"[D.] says eat."

K. and I immediately started laughing. This was how E., my manager's manager, had been speaking all afternoon. It was not a joke either (at least not to him). I like E. intensely; it was he who placed me on my current project (largely because I buddied up to him over the foosball table and dropped not-too-subtle hints with ( Read more... )

Tonight is a second script-reading. This time the entire cast (including the two strippers) should be in attendance. I'm not feeling very peppy. Everyone at work is a little worried because of a passing comment made by our Senior Manager while we played foosball:

"Looks like it's best of twenty-one!"

I know Goatboy's name and consequently know his number (not that I will do anything with it). A google search suggests that he may be the same fellow playing vampire card games in the area. I could see that.

This afternoon, I crushed my senior manager in foosball (again). Actually, I skunked him (which is far worse). He then teamed up with ( Read more... )

Lewd dreams about making out with S. in the bathroom of a party. Because we were alone, it was a little more intense than New Year's Eve. I actually felt the ridges on the roof of his mouth with my tongue and started to get hard ( Read more... )