Techno...good to relax to
Tonight I came home tired from work with urges and cravings.
I had an urge to listen to techno music, so I got my computer started playing the 4 techo songs I have on there.
I had an urge to take a long hot bath, so I filled my tub with hot water, took a book in there, and a cup of coffee.
But then I had a craving for miscellaneous dead animal parts boiled in oil, so I fried some spam and ate a spam sandwich before climbing into the tub.
By that point I’d run out of techno music, but there wasn’t anything I could do about that.
Today, I had lunch with the 2 openly gay men at the store. One of them is my buddy, I love him to itty bitty bits and pieces. The other one is a funny guy, but nobody I’m friends with.
They were discussing celebrities that they found attractive. Cary Grant and Patrick Stewart were mentioned. I had to agree with him on the Patrick Stewart bit. That is a yummy old man.
Then they started talking about dreams. One of them dreamed about the boss suddenly sucking his fingers. The other one dreamed about a co-worker sucking something that was NOT his fingers.
Then I had to tell them I dreamed that the Styrofoam balls developed brains and started chasing us around the store. Not as risque as the others, but everyone got a laugh out of it.
Now, you may or may not be wondering why I’m having nightmares about Styrofoam balls. Its becasue its “class project” time at the schools around here, and between all the solar systems and molecules being made I get asked about a million times a day if we have Styrofoam balls.
Yes, yes we do.
Tomorrow I’m tempted to take my camera to work and take pictures of random shit, like styrofoam balls. But tomorrow I work a day shift, and the boss will be there, and bosses tend to frown up on working fucking off with digital cameras on company time.
But it would kick SO much ass if I could get paid for taking crappy pictures!
I had an urge to listen to techno music, so I got my computer started playing the 4 techo songs I have on there.
I had an urge to take a long hot bath, so I filled my tub with hot water, took a book in there, and a cup of coffee.
But then I had a craving for miscellaneous dead animal parts boiled in oil, so I fried some spam and ate a spam sandwich before climbing into the tub.
By that point I’d run out of techno music, but there wasn’t anything I could do about that.
Today, I had lunch with the 2 openly gay men at the store. One of them is my buddy, I love him to itty bitty bits and pieces. The other one is a funny guy, but nobody I’m friends with.
They were discussing celebrities that they found attractive. Cary Grant and Patrick Stewart were mentioned. I had to agree with him on the Patrick Stewart bit. That is a yummy old man.
Then they started talking about dreams. One of them dreamed about the boss suddenly sucking his fingers. The other one dreamed about a co-worker sucking something that was NOT his fingers.
Then I had to tell them I dreamed that the Styrofoam balls developed brains and started chasing us around the store. Not as risque as the others, but everyone got a laugh out of it.
Now, you may or may not be wondering why I’m having nightmares about Styrofoam balls. Its becasue its “class project” time at the schools around here, and between all the solar systems and molecules being made I get asked about a million times a day if we have Styrofoam balls.
Yes, yes we do.
Tomorrow I’m tempted to take my camera to work and take pictures of random shit, like styrofoam balls. But tomorrow I work a day shift, and the boss will be there, and bosses tend to frown up on working fucking off with digital cameras on company time.
But it would kick SO much ass if I could get paid for taking crappy pictures!