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Long time, no entry.
I figure: I pay for this damned thing, I'll use it as I see fit. So, there.
Actually, i haven't much of anything to report, sadly. Work is work. I'm there an awful lot, it seems. I work, eat (sometimes), shower (some days), sleep (thanks to a joint and 3 sleeping tabs before bed), get up (reluctantly), and go back to work again (without fail). The Real World is no kind of world for me.
I dyed my hair black today. I'd been blond for such a long time that it feels weird to have the polar opposite atop my head, but I dig it. It suits me. My baby blues look gorge. It's an all new era of Darren.
I have that tipsy/turvy-whirl-of-whacked-out- butterflies-in-my-tummy feeling--and oddly enough, it isn't mom's cooking.
As I just signed online, I had a message in my email with the headline: "I soooo want you!!!". Yes, at first, I dismissed it as porno-spam, but just as I was about to delete it, I noticed the sign next to the message indicated that it was a real e-mail, not spam. And there were pics attached. So, I opened it.
T'was a short, but very--um--sweet(?) note from someone who knows me, who comes into my work--but I don't know who he is--at least, I don't know exactly who sent the note, but he expresses that "since the first day I saw you working there, I wanted to suck your cock so bad"--he then proceeds to make a comment suggestive of the place in which I work, which lets me know that indeed he does know who I am. Is this confusing you? Think of how I feel. The pics attached were 4 nudies of himself, cut off at the neck. One showed just a sliver of the bottom half of his face, which allowed me to see a 5:00 shadow and some black hair. No marks of distinction; tattoos, piercings, etc. He included a small description, his "stats", if you will.
It's driving me mad. I'm gonna be paranoid at work now, thinking some dude is watching me--and wondering if this one or that one is him.
I feel very much like a piece of meat. I like it.
.d.
I figure: I pay for this damned thing, I'll use it as I see fit. So, there.
Actually, i haven't much of anything to report, sadly. Work is work. I'm there an awful lot, it seems. I work, eat (sometimes), shower (some days), sleep (thanks to a joint and 3 sleeping tabs before bed), get up (reluctantly), and go back to work again (without fail). The Real World is no kind of world for me.
I dyed my hair black today. I'd been blond for such a long time that it feels weird to have the polar opposite atop my head, but I dig it. It suits me. My baby blues look gorge. It's an all new era of Darren.
I have that tipsy/turvy-whirl-of-whacked-out- butterflies-in-my-tummy feeling--and oddly enough, it isn't mom's cooking.
As I just signed online, I had a message in my email with the headline: "I soooo want you!!!". Yes, at first, I dismissed it as porno-spam, but just as I was about to delete it, I noticed the sign next to the message indicated that it was a real e-mail, not spam. And there were pics attached. So, I opened it.
T'was a short, but very--um--sweet(?) note from someone who knows me, who comes into my work--but I don't know who he is--at least, I don't know exactly who sent the note, but he expresses that "since the first day I saw you working there, I wanted to suck your cock so bad"--he then proceeds to make a comment suggestive of the place in which I work, which lets me know that indeed he does know who I am. Is this confusing you? Think of how I feel. The pics attached were 4 nudies of himself, cut off at the neck. One showed just a sliver of the bottom half of his face, which allowed me to see a 5:00 shadow and some black hair. No marks of distinction; tattoos, piercings, etc. He included a small description, his "stats", if you will.
It's driving me mad. I'm gonna be paranoid at work now, thinking some dude is watching me--and wondering if this one or that one is him.
I feel very much like a piece of meat. I like it.
.d.