Three little phone calls to be made on this day.
1. a simple request for a tea time and software swapping. no spit, unless of course she gets a bit too randy. in which case I cannot be blamed for I have been hot for her for sometime.
reminds me of when after a movie, a group of friends and her, where hanging out. she had on a short skirt and was kicking about on the couch. it sunk in and was soft, suffice to say I was suprised and pleased. when I saw her white panties... I biked franticly into the wooded area by my apartment, and cooled out.
so lets see what comes up and out when I ask her for a software swap and tea.
resullt: yeh, we should probably get married, role play, have affairs with different colored hair and decorate our home elaborately. myabe the thought of that is enough for today. responsibilities, respect, loyalty, feel free to interject anything at any time. without paying a dime I will get the best thing since the internet on my computer. I want to tutor and touch her so much.. ok
2. ah marie, needs me to clarify my intentions for protection for my gear. immeasurable amounts, but if the check clears from my bank account, I wont have to fear things never being able to be replaced. the place i live in, the places i am going, all should be under coverage, and that is something I can afford. peace of mind, time will tell, I had to seel gear in past, so that may happen again. I hope not. a roof, food and clothes, work. friends, are all I need, that and some human sexuality, inherent, and no matter how much I smoke,, I wear a t-shirt given to me, the chicken dont choke, bacock, time to molt some more feathers and let my balls drop.
result: a fuck. I must be dense. I dont have my apartments sqare footage or the year it was built. its a heap, and I sleep on the floor, what more do we need to share. carefully, think, damn its hard to stay focused I think I will call her tomorrow, or should I sell my gear, or should I get multiple policies,, damn I dont know what to do. this shit should be automatically insured.
3. well heck, I missed the meeting this weekend, but I was stuck out of town in the boonies. no car, no phone number to call to cancel, no fucking clean clothes.
I suppose I was something of a leech, even the moldey peaches couldnt cheer me up. stuck i spent the day, tucked away underground, entranced by the sights and sounds of a college football game I bought for my friend for his birthday.
I cant imgagine anything more pathetic then missing a meeting for a project I want to do.
ok, this isn't school, these are people willing to pay me, all I can do right now is the considerate thing and call. he may yell, I will feel small, but I can always hang up and go and have a brewskie or seven. its done, this should be fun, pick up the gun, put it in your mouth and bite. no no no, I shouldnt write such things I probably stole that line from some chuck p diary or club meeting.
(I think that was a pretty painful paragraph, try to pick apart the complaining, its not art.. even that was aweful)
coke and a smoke-- level--- I got shit to do, time to move on..
TOOK A LITTLE BREAK TO UPDATE MY CALENDER;;
OOH, CALLED MOM AT WORK, and notcied that I should clean the screen, shes not in today. Its nice to call your mom and imagine that she is having some sort of tropical getaway. she wants to use my laptop for a semester of school.. which defeats the whole purpose in my buying it, so I'll see if maybe she wants to try using my tower instead.
alright I will have to get back to this later-
result:
1. a simple request for a tea time and software swapping. no spit, unless of course she gets a bit too randy. in which case I cannot be blamed for I have been hot for her for sometime.
reminds me of when after a movie, a group of friends and her, where hanging out. she had on a short skirt and was kicking about on the couch. it sunk in and was soft, suffice to say I was suprised and pleased. when I saw her white panties... I biked franticly into the wooded area by my apartment, and cooled out.
so lets see what comes up and out when I ask her for a software swap and tea.
resullt: yeh, we should probably get married, role play, have affairs with different colored hair and decorate our home elaborately. myabe the thought of that is enough for today. responsibilities, respect, loyalty, feel free to interject anything at any time. without paying a dime I will get the best thing since the internet on my computer. I want to tutor and touch her so much.. ok
2. ah marie, needs me to clarify my intentions for protection for my gear. immeasurable amounts, but if the check clears from my bank account, I wont have to fear things never being able to be replaced. the place i live in, the places i am going, all should be under coverage, and that is something I can afford. peace of mind, time will tell, I had to seel gear in past, so that may happen again. I hope not. a roof, food and clothes, work. friends, are all I need, that and some human sexuality, inherent, and no matter how much I smoke,, I wear a t-shirt given to me, the chicken dont choke, bacock, time to molt some more feathers and let my balls drop.
result: a fuck. I must be dense. I dont have my apartments sqare footage or the year it was built. its a heap, and I sleep on the floor, what more do we need to share. carefully, think, damn its hard to stay focused I think I will call her tomorrow, or should I sell my gear, or should I get multiple policies,, damn I dont know what to do. this shit should be automatically insured.
3. well heck, I missed the meeting this weekend, but I was stuck out of town in the boonies. no car, no phone number to call to cancel, no fucking clean clothes.
I suppose I was something of a leech, even the moldey peaches couldnt cheer me up. stuck i spent the day, tucked away underground, entranced by the sights and sounds of a college football game I bought for my friend for his birthday.
I cant imgagine anything more pathetic then missing a meeting for a project I want to do.
ok, this isn't school, these are people willing to pay me, all I can do right now is the considerate thing and call. he may yell, I will feel small, but I can always hang up and go and have a brewskie or seven. its done, this should be fun, pick up the gun, put it in your mouth and bite. no no no, I shouldnt write such things I probably stole that line from some chuck p diary or club meeting.
(I think that was a pretty painful paragraph, try to pick apart the complaining, its not art.. even that was aweful)
coke and a smoke-- level--- I got shit to do, time to move on..
TOOK A LITTLE BREAK TO UPDATE MY CALENDER;;
OOH, CALLED MOM AT WORK, and notcied that I should clean the screen, shes not in today. Its nice to call your mom and imagine that she is having some sort of tropical getaway. she wants to use my laptop for a semester of school.. which defeats the whole purpose in my buying it, so I'll see if maybe she wants to try using my tower instead.
alright I will have to get back to this later-
result: