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I'll start with a little something about Heath, I guess. I'm so fucking bummed about it. So upset. Trav called me to tell me yesterday morning before I opened up the shop, and it was litke being hit over the head. You can never expect something like that, you know? And Heath was such a great actor, and a great, strange, enigmatic guy. The world will miss him, but he was ours, and we'll miss him most. See ya, Heath.
Ugh, guys, I'm so tired! But good, I guess. The thrill of starting a new job has worn off (after only three days! A record?) and the grim reality has set in. More hours. More responsibility. More work. More accountability. My new staff are truly great, but I keep having very mild freak outs when they come to me and ASK me stuff, like I'm in charge and I should know what to do. I mean, what? Have you guys even met me? I'd rather be home reading about Bob Bryar getting a blowjob. Like, Hi, I'm your new ASM. I'm good with customers, full of initiative, and a big fan of gay sex. SIGH.
My new boss is really awesome, though. We watch a lot of the same shows, and have many of the same favourite movies. He loves Boondock Saints! It was truly a bonding moment. Except I refrained from mentioning my theories about the very special type of brother-love Connor and Murphy share, which is probably all to the good. Our music tastes mesh somewhat, he recognised and made pleased noises about many of the bands I mentioned, and even though he keeps putting on John Mayer and James Morrison, I think we can come to a good compromise. And, oh! He brought in an ipod cord thingy for the stereo, so THAT was a relief. He's American, which is endlessly amusing, and he listens to ESPN podcasts in the morning before we open. Hahaha. Endlessly amusing. Also, he's not attractive, and also married with a kid and a pregnant wife, which, frankly, thank god. I don't know how I would go with an attractive, available boss. I would probably have to quit to save myself the stress.
Heh, I just typed "Bob Bryar" into google (this...is just what I DO ok) and a little message came up saying "Also try 'Ray Toro'" HAHAHAHAHA. I'm not even sure why that's so amusing.
I'm torn between two porny scenarios at the moment. One is pretty much straight up Bob/Frank. I think that's a scenario in itself, right? And the other is this Mikey/Frank/Gerard thing, where there is no Mikey/Gerard whatsoever. Just, they sort of pass Frank between them. Mikey won't have sex with anyone but Alicia (I shamelessly stole that from this fic, by the way) but he'll let Frank kiss and kiss and kiss him, until Frank is desperate, moaning "Mikey, Mikey, c'mon..." but then he'll stop. And then Gerard will gently draw Frank away, hold him with his back against Gerard's front, and jerk him off so Mikey can watch. I also like the idea of Frank kissing Gerard, and then turning his head and kissing Mikey, with his hand still resting against Gerard's face. I don't know WHY, but the idea of Frank being a sort of...buffer between the two of them is just SO. HOT. I never have gotten into Waycest particularly, but this idea has EATEN MY BRAIN.
ARGH. Just saw the time. Gotta get ready for work! BYE.
--Cheers, Beck
Ugh, guys, I'm so tired! But good, I guess. The thrill of starting a new job has worn off (after only three days! A record?) and the grim reality has set in. More hours. More responsibility. More work. More accountability. My new staff are truly great, but I keep having very mild freak outs when they come to me and ASK me stuff, like I'm in charge and I should know what to do. I mean, what? Have you guys even met me? I'd rather be home reading about Bob Bryar getting a blowjob. Like, Hi, I'm your new ASM. I'm good with customers, full of initiative, and a big fan of gay sex. SIGH.
My new boss is really awesome, though. We watch a lot of the same shows, and have many of the same favourite movies. He loves Boondock Saints! It was truly a bonding moment. Except I refrained from mentioning my theories about the very special type of brother-love Connor and Murphy share, which is probably all to the good. Our music tastes mesh somewhat, he recognised and made pleased noises about many of the bands I mentioned, and even though he keeps putting on John Mayer and James Morrison, I think we can come to a good compromise. And, oh! He brought in an ipod cord thingy for the stereo, so THAT was a relief. He's American, which is endlessly amusing, and he listens to ESPN podcasts in the morning before we open. Hahaha. Endlessly amusing. Also, he's not attractive, and also married with a kid and a pregnant wife, which, frankly, thank god. I don't know how I would go with an attractive, available boss. I would probably have to quit to save myself the stress.
Heh, I just typed "Bob Bryar" into google (this...is just what I DO ok) and a little message came up saying "Also try 'Ray Toro'" HAHAHAHAHA. I'm not even sure why that's so amusing.
I'm torn between two porny scenarios at the moment. One is pretty much straight up Bob/Frank. I think that's a scenario in itself, right? And the other is this Mikey/Frank/Gerard thing, where there is no Mikey/Gerard whatsoever. Just, they sort of pass Frank between them. Mikey won't have sex with anyone but Alicia (I shamelessly stole that from this fic, by the way) but he'll let Frank kiss and kiss and kiss him, until Frank is desperate, moaning "Mikey, Mikey, c'mon..." but then he'll stop. And then Gerard will gently draw Frank away, hold him with his back against Gerard's front, and jerk him off so Mikey can watch. I also like the idea of Frank kissing Gerard, and then turning his head and kissing Mikey, with his hand still resting against Gerard's face. I don't know WHY, but the idea of Frank being a sort of...buffer between the two of them is just SO. HOT. I never have gotten into Waycest particularly, but this idea has EATEN MY BRAIN.
ARGH. Just saw the time. Gotta get ready for work! BYE.
--Cheers, Beck