Bad French porn and other tales
Mmmmmmmmmm...bad French porn on the flat network.
Such terrible porn.
*watches more*
I came home from work and not fifteen minutes later heard someone wandering across the lawn to my sleepout. The flatmate who is *not* my Lesbian Wife is...not what you might call entirely straight and sober right now. I'm not sure what drug he has taken and I don't particularly want to know because, despite my own flagrant alcohol abuse, I disapprove of that kind of thing. He came to my room and said, "......Why did I climb out the window?"
I gently escorted him back to the house and then wound up watching Pink Floyd's The Wall with my flatmates and their guest.
(There is something about glancing about porn and commenting, "That does *not* look comfortable," which is oddly...comforting.)
Haha, Rock DJ just wandered across the lawn to brag to me about freaking out the drugged people and busted me watching his porn. *snort* It's not even the good bad-porn. The classical music in the background weirds me out a little. I mean, nothing against Beethoven, or people having sex, but I'm not used to the combo meal.
So, at work I was handing a free piece of luncheon meat (similar to American baloney, I think) to a child, and commented that I wished I was still a kid so I could get free luncheon and cheerios and things, and one of the girls I was supervising told me I should go to the other side of the counter and pretend to be a kid. I said, I don't think the bosses would look too kindly on that.
Emma said: "Just get on your knees."
My response, after a moment of *blinkblink*, was: "......It's surprising how often I hear that."
She meant, of course, that I would look shorter and more like a child, but...it's still surprising how often I am suggested to get on my knees for my bosses, no matter what job I am doing.
Working in a supermarket, sometimes I stroll past the free sample people and wish that I was not "on duty" because we are not allowed free samples while in uniform. Never is this more frustrating for me than when the free sample in question is wine.
WINE, people. FREE ALCOHOL. I am not allowed it even if it is only a tiny amount and I am on break. Because I am in uniform. This is why I should take a t-shirt to work so I can quickly throw on the t-shirt on break and have free wine, and then get fired go back to work.
The bad French porn has put a lot of classical music in my head and now I feel like I should be practising violin. It's past midnight, for fuck's sake. The only things I 'should' be doing are masturbating and going to sleep.
...Also, porn that involves bright pink stuffed bunny rabbits unnerves me slightly. This is a different one to the French one with the classical soundtrack. I think most of the porn on the flat network unnerves me. Clearly, I need to get a VCR player so I can play my own, or maybe swing by my parents' place to convert it to dvd.
Such terrible porn.
*watches more*
I came home from work and not fifteen minutes later heard someone wandering across the lawn to my sleepout. The flatmate who is *not* my Lesbian Wife is...not what you might call entirely straight and sober right now. I'm not sure what drug he has taken and I don't particularly want to know because, despite my own flagrant alcohol abuse, I disapprove of that kind of thing. He came to my room and said, "......Why did I climb out the window?"
I gently escorted him back to the house and then wound up watching Pink Floyd's The Wall with my flatmates and their guest.
(There is something about glancing about porn and commenting, "That does *not* look comfortable," which is oddly...comforting.)
Haha, Rock DJ just wandered across the lawn to brag to me about freaking out the drugged people and busted me watching his porn. *snort* It's not even the good bad-porn. The classical music in the background weirds me out a little. I mean, nothing against Beethoven, or people having sex, but I'm not used to the combo meal.
So, at work I was handing a free piece of luncheon meat (similar to American baloney, I think) to a child, and commented that I wished I was still a kid so I could get free luncheon and cheerios and things, and one of the girls I was supervising told me I should go to the other side of the counter and pretend to be a kid. I said, I don't think the bosses would look too kindly on that.
Emma said: "Just get on your knees."
My response, after a moment of *blinkblink*, was: "......It's surprising how often I hear that."
She meant, of course, that I would look shorter and more like a child, but...it's still surprising how often I am suggested to get on my knees for my bosses, no matter what job I am doing.
Working in a supermarket, sometimes I stroll past the free sample people and wish that I was not "on duty" because we are not allowed free samples while in uniform. Never is this more frustrating for me than when the free sample in question is wine.
WINE, people. FREE ALCOHOL. I am not allowed it even if it is only a tiny amount and I am on break. Because I am in uniform. This is why I should take a t-shirt to work so I can quickly throw on the t-shirt on break and have free wine, and then get fired go back to work.
The bad French porn has put a lot of classical music in my head and now I feel like I should be practising violin. It's past midnight, for fuck's sake. The only things I 'should' be doing are masturbating and going to sleep.
...Also, porn that involves bright pink stuffed bunny rabbits unnerves me slightly. This is a different one to the French one with the classical soundtrack. I think most of the porn on the flat network unnerves me. Clearly, I need to get a VCR player so I can play my own, or maybe swing by my parents' place to convert it to dvd.