Bend over baby, I'd like to take a bite...
I spent much of today carefully eyeballing the German consultant across the way. She has a permasmile, glasses that make her look like a secretary from a pornflick, and a rear end that just begs to be chewed on. I went through a whole pack of gum in the space of the afternoon, and if things continue I will have to pack something more durable, like jerky, to manage my masticatory fantasies.
My chronicle of 1996 is slowly coming together - it's not quite there, but it's strange how focusing on a particular moment in the distant past can revive the things you blocked out for so long. Like how you woke up with a girl who had vomited over you after a clumsy, drunken fumble and quasi-fuck; or the time you got kicked in the face and tore up the insides of your mouth, meaning you couldn't chew solid food for a fortnight; or the moment that you realised that a moment to declare yourself to the-one-that-might-have-been had already passed you by, just as you thought you were ready... Yes, dear readers, these delightful reminiscences and more await...
In the meantime, life in my world is a bit of a mess. My brother-in-law and my parents are at loggerheads, one of my best friends is leaving town, . All the same, I am feeling quite serene. "Scrubs - Season 2" and "The West Wing - Season 6" on DVD are contributing to this mellowness, as is the weekly dose of "Lost" (rubbish, but fun). TV, oh TV, what would we do without your healing touch? What would be there to remind us of what the benchmarks for our lives should be?!
I'm up for a couple of jobs, so am having to conjure up diverse mendacious reasons to leave the office and attend interviews on the sly. In my reasoning, these exercises in professional subterfuge are the most noble of lies - I feel no guilt, and actually I like trying to come up with ever more outrageous excuses. I mean, once you've exhausted the eye test, dental appointment, physio session, blood donation, funeral of a remote acquaintance, train delay, traffic incident... you start to become more elaborate. The visit from your great-great uncle from the jungle, the illness of the fictitious pet, and of course the bout of food poisoning you never actually had.
The best birthday gift I received was from my brother - a book about ice and snow sculpture. I have always wanted to go to see the ice & snow carving competitions in Breckenridge, Fairbanks and Japan, and seeing these fleeting marvels. My only sculpting experience so far is with stone, which defines itself in terms of its resilience and permanence. Ice is fleeting, defined by its transience, bound to its demise.
My chronicle of 1996 is slowly coming together - it's not quite there, but it's strange how focusing on a particular moment in the distant past can revive the things you blocked out for so long. Like how you woke up with a girl who had vomited over you after a clumsy, drunken fumble and quasi-fuck; or the time you got kicked in the face and tore up the insides of your mouth, meaning you couldn't chew solid food for a fortnight; or the moment that you realised that a moment to declare yourself to the-one-that-might-have-been had already passed you by, just as you thought you were ready... Yes, dear readers, these delightful reminiscences and more await...
In the meantime, life in my world is a bit of a mess. My brother-in-law and my parents are at loggerheads, one of my best friends is leaving town, . All the same, I am feeling quite serene. "Scrubs - Season 2" and "The West Wing - Season 6" on DVD are contributing to this mellowness, as is the weekly dose of "Lost" (rubbish, but fun). TV, oh TV, what would we do without your healing touch? What would be there to remind us of what the benchmarks for our lives should be?!
I'm up for a couple of jobs, so am having to conjure up diverse mendacious reasons to leave the office and attend interviews on the sly. In my reasoning, these exercises in professional subterfuge are the most noble of lies - I feel no guilt, and actually I like trying to come up with ever more outrageous excuses. I mean, once you've exhausted the eye test, dental appointment, physio session, blood donation, funeral of a remote acquaintance, train delay, traffic incident... you start to become more elaborate. The visit from your great-great uncle from the jungle, the illness of the fictitious pet, and of course the bout of food poisoning you never actually had.
The best birthday gift I received was from my brother - a book about ice and snow sculpture. I have always wanted to go to see the ice & snow carving competitions in Breckenridge, Fairbanks and Japan, and seeing these fleeting marvels. My only sculpting experience so far is with stone, which defines itself in terms of its resilience and permanence. Ice is fleeting, defined by its transience, bound to its demise.
posted by nickwong8 at 10:48 pm
1 Comments:
good luck with the jobs, happy belated birthday, be sure to floss after you chew on the german's ass (it's important not to neglect one's gums), and if you run out of excuses, try "explosive diarrhea" then shit your pants. works for me every time.
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