"your father likes it when I beat him with a riding whip"
Tonights update will not include any photos. It will be a simple, boring post on what these past few days have been like.
Work is extremely busy. By extremely busy I mean I was scheduled for 60 hours this week yet the week contains only 40. So apparently I am supposed to be working 12 hour days every day of the week. I suppose this statement is not entirely true. The 60 hours is time that I record and estimate how long I think it will take for me to do certain tasks. I worked towards the 60 this week but I didn't reach it. Its certainly nice to be busy and feel needed in the office. I'm now on the "Computer Committee" and the "Electrical Engineering Training Seminar Schedule and Topic Creator". It's all new to me, but I feel important. :P
So after working only 9.25 hours today, I came home and decided to go on a run. Normally on a Friday night I would run 1.25 miles and then work out at the gym for 1-1.5 hours. Tonight I decided I didn't need the 1-1.5 hour work out so I ran for an hour. I am guessing I maybe ran 6-7 miles? I dunno how far but the houses up here where I live are quite nice. They all have cool landscaping, built on the side of a cliff, and each one has like their own versions of zen gardens and koi ponds in the front lawn. It was really refreshing and I had an hour to think about life, work, and where I want to like when I'm 30. Several times I pictured myself running down the street and entering my house and heading towards the shower, like I was having a flash forward. Then reality set in that I need to wait a few year before I am more stable and comfortable before purchasing a house out here. I figure by then the market will be completely jacked and in high demand with taxes, mortgages, and loans at their all time high. I suppose you can say this is very much my style. Why buy things when they are cheap when you can wait on them and watch the price go up because you were a fool.
After my run and relaxation, hrhmsh swung by (I made him) and we headed out to go on a quest to find this damned "men's t-shirt" @ Fossil he found yesterday that says "This is my boyfriend's t-shirt". When we got to the mall, we found the shirt in the men's section and ran back to the dressing room. I know the employees always look at us funny because we go into the dressing rooms together. I say fuck 'em. While in the dressing room, I showed Mike my PURPLE nipple that was caused by excessive titty twisting by krypticleo @ the country western bar on Wednesday night. The wound is no smaller than 3" in diameter and is liver colored. Mike tries on the "men's t shirt" and soon finds out that it is indeed a WOMEN'S t-shirt. His tits didn't quite fill out the shirt like they should have. :( His rebuttle, "You probably couldn't tell it was a woman's shirt if I put on a large enough one". I don't think anything could have fixed the shirt. So after much debate, we left the shirt in the dressing room and headed to GAP where he found a couple of pairs of pants on sale. Those two pants doubled his current pant collection.
After the mall, we went to a dodgy restaurant (my choice actually, Mike's agreement) called Quackers. The food was good but we were rushed for our next event. You see we always must have an agenda when Mike plans the night, however, we never get done with anything on time. I learned that in addition to not liking mayo, barbecue sauce, ranch, or any other liquid condiment, Mike most certainly despises dijon mustard. YUM. My chicken was good and his looked decent. All in all it was an interesting dining establishment and not too traumatizing.
Our evening wrapped up with a viewing of "The Interpreter". I really didn't have any idea what it was about other than an assassination at the U.N. and an interpreter. It was definitely my type of movie. I like the analysis and interweaving plot lines combined with action, violence, and death. I am pretty sure Mike liked it primarily because it had some connection to the U.S. government and agencies. Maybe not?
So now I'm exhausted, my hair is messed up from Mike destroying it in the car ride to the movie theater, my right tit hurts like hell, my arm has a bruise on it from my dominatrix, and my knees hurt from running and sitting in the theater. I had a good Friday all in all, I just wish the day would stand still so Monday wouldn't come so soon.
I hope tomorrow is sunny.. hell I will probably sleep right through it.
Good night all.
-rls
Work is extremely busy. By extremely busy I mean I was scheduled for 60 hours this week yet the week contains only 40. So apparently I am supposed to be working 12 hour days every day of the week. I suppose this statement is not entirely true. The 60 hours is time that I record and estimate how long I think it will take for me to do certain tasks. I worked towards the 60 this week but I didn't reach it. Its certainly nice to be busy and feel needed in the office. I'm now on the "Computer Committee" and the "Electrical Engineering Training Seminar Schedule and Topic Creator". It's all new to me, but I feel important. :P
So after working only 9.25 hours today, I came home and decided to go on a run. Normally on a Friday night I would run 1.25 miles and then work out at the gym for 1-1.5 hours. Tonight I decided I didn't need the 1-1.5 hour work out so I ran for an hour. I am guessing I maybe ran 6-7 miles? I dunno how far but the houses up here where I live are quite nice. They all have cool landscaping, built on the side of a cliff, and each one has like their own versions of zen gardens and koi ponds in the front lawn. It was really refreshing and I had an hour to think about life, work, and where I want to like when I'm 30. Several times I pictured myself running down the street and entering my house and heading towards the shower, like I was having a flash forward. Then reality set in that I need to wait a few year before I am more stable and comfortable before purchasing a house out here. I figure by then the market will be completely jacked and in high demand with taxes, mortgages, and loans at their all time high. I suppose you can say this is very much my style. Why buy things when they are cheap when you can wait on them and watch the price go up because you were a fool.
After my run and relaxation, hrhmsh swung by (I made him) and we headed out to go on a quest to find this damned "men's t-shirt" @ Fossil he found yesterday that says "This is my boyfriend's t-shirt". When we got to the mall, we found the shirt in the men's section and ran back to the dressing room. I know the employees always look at us funny because we go into the dressing rooms together. I say fuck 'em. While in the dressing room, I showed Mike my PURPLE nipple that was caused by excessive titty twisting by krypticleo @ the country western bar on Wednesday night. The wound is no smaller than 3" in diameter and is liver colored. Mike tries on the "men's t shirt" and soon finds out that it is indeed a WOMEN'S t-shirt. His tits didn't quite fill out the shirt like they should have. :( His rebuttle, "You probably couldn't tell it was a woman's shirt if I put on a large enough one". I don't think anything could have fixed the shirt. So after much debate, we left the shirt in the dressing room and headed to GAP where he found a couple of pairs of pants on sale. Those two pants doubled his current pant collection.
After the mall, we went to a dodgy restaurant (my choice actually, Mike's agreement) called Quackers. The food was good but we were rushed for our next event. You see we always must have an agenda when Mike plans the night, however, we never get done with anything on time. I learned that in addition to not liking mayo, barbecue sauce, ranch, or any other liquid condiment, Mike most certainly despises dijon mustard. YUM. My chicken was good and his looked decent. All in all it was an interesting dining establishment and not too traumatizing.
Our evening wrapped up with a viewing of "The Interpreter". I really didn't have any idea what it was about other than an assassination at the U.N. and an interpreter. It was definitely my type of movie. I like the analysis and interweaving plot lines combined with action, violence, and death. I am pretty sure Mike liked it primarily because it had some connection to the U.S. government and agencies. Maybe not?
So now I'm exhausted, my hair is messed up from Mike destroying it in the car ride to the movie theater, my right tit hurts like hell, my arm has a bruise on it from my dominatrix, and my knees hurt from running and sitting in the theater. I had a good Friday all in all, I just wish the day would stand still so Monday wouldn't come so soon.
I hope tomorrow is sunny.. hell I will probably sleep right through it.
Good night all.
-rls