I've been at work the last few days. When doing so (twelve hour shifts, 30-45 minute commutes one way) I don't do much else. I do try to check in on SG once in awhile. And I saw Quinne had a brand new set. It was a pure joy thinking that, once the work is over, I'd have something to look forward to.
But it was ruined for me. How could pure, unabashed lechery be thwarted, you ask. By more lechery. I'm of course talking about the new set of Amina. Oh, the evil powers that be that pitted these two amazing women against each other, thrusting me into a world of darkness where my artistic and lewd mind's eye views and overloads. In this title bout between celebrity SGs it is a cruel spectacle for all who must endure it. And even the others, middleweights and new challengers cavorting with the main attraction are just too much for us mere mortal men (and women).
Sensory overload... I've slept for two days.
In other news, I left work the other morning and drove to the nearest Apple Store to buy the new versions of iLife and iWork. iMovie is new and improved! iWork now has a spreadsheet app! But the greatest part of the whole trip... I got to touch an iPhone. That thing is fucking awesome. I want one (I did before but I really do now I've browsed the internet on one, that I've used Coverflow to play Pink's I'm Not Dead, etc). I think I'll add it to my wishlist.
But with many features added to Apple's "i" Suites I plan on sprucing up my webpages.
Telemetry Monitor Tech warning: Bourbon Chicken and extreme heat may cause sweats, vomiting and restlessness. More severe symptoms may arise if cooler climate isn't found; dehydration, headache and drowsiness that leaves one bedridden for two days (okay, so it wasn't just Quinne and Amina that disrupted my system).
But it was ruined for me. How could pure, unabashed lechery be thwarted, you ask. By more lechery. I'm of course talking about the new set of Amina. Oh, the evil powers that be that pitted these two amazing women against each other, thrusting me into a world of darkness where my artistic and lewd mind's eye views and overloads. In this title bout between celebrity SGs it is a cruel spectacle for all who must endure it. And even the others, middleweights and new challengers cavorting with the main attraction are just too much for us mere mortal men (and women).
Sensory overload... I've slept for two days.
In other news, I left work the other morning and drove to the nearest Apple Store to buy the new versions of iLife and iWork. iMovie is new and improved! iWork now has a spreadsheet app! But the greatest part of the whole trip... I got to touch an iPhone. That thing is fucking awesome. I want one (I did before but I really do now I've browsed the internet on one, that I've used Coverflow to play Pink's I'm Not Dead, etc). I think I'll add it to my wishlist.
But with many features added to Apple's "i" Suites I plan on sprucing up my webpages.
Telemetry Monitor Tech warning: Bourbon Chicken and extreme heat may cause sweats, vomiting and restlessness. More severe symptoms may arise if cooler climate isn't found; dehydration, headache and drowsiness that leaves one bedridden for two days (okay, so it wasn't just Quinne and Amina that disrupted my system).