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It is funny how being the sole engineering resource on this latest project has not sufficed to motivate me to do work. I seem content to defragment my hard drive and fantasize about shaving my head. I really want a mohawk, but D. insists that he loves my hair. This is perfectly understandable as I do have fabulous hair, but nevertheless I am ( Read more... )

"You two look nice," K. announced after sizing S. and I up. It could have been a compliment except that, like all her statements, the words were spoken in a dry, ironic tone ( Read more... )

I woke up on the wrong side of my bed this morning - the top ( Read more... )

More sexual dreams involving both D. and vaguely distressing references to my mother. He was in the bathroom preparing for sex while I waited in my parents' bedroom, clad only in boxers and my mother's nightgown. I could watch the silhouette of his feet through the radiant slit beneath the bathroom door. I was in the middle of hurriedly ( Read more... )

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Thanks to last week's shenanigans, I am finally making decent use of having two computers in my office (if "decent use" amounts to pulling and building the source tree on one machine while surfing LJ and posting pictures on the other ( Read more... )