Friday, August 27, 2004

 

A Post Without The Word Ass In It


My life is starting to feel like one of those bizarre horror stories that are just too gross to even watch. Sort of like Silence of the Lambs but not quite so silent. And a little less gnawing of flesh. And not as many sheep either.

Yeah, I know. Shut up.

I've got to say this sixteen-hour-work-day thing is a concept that I really didn't think through sufficiently before I took it on. Although it's cutting badly into my drinking time, I'm happy to be able to report that I'm still managing to maintain my usual rate of physical deterioration.

My left achilles tendon (the sexay, bandaged one -- I'm sure you remember it well)



was well on the way to recovery, in fact I even went for a fairly brisk 12-block walk on it yesterday, pausing only to buy a new dress (observe the bulging bicep on my right arm as I hold the camera. That's the weaker arm, be scared.



This shot is down the back of the dress. Yes, I'm weird.



I was feeling just fine, thinking that I could walk on it for the next couple of nights and then maybe add some distance and pick up a little speed, but alas this was not to be. Today's battle against the incompetecies perpetrated by others ('cause you just know I'm perfect, right?) involved an unfortunate amount of actual running, which ended up with my ankle swollen and lumpy and all bandaged up again.

Fortunately, although I'm not heavily into pain, I have no objection to a little light bondage, so this isn't really so bad.

Further on the good news front, it would seem I'm still as hot as ever, despite being so tired that I'm pretty sure there's a constant stream of drool running down my chin.

Today while lurching to the store on my dinner break, I was seriously cruised by a very kind gentleman who seemed to be either wearing a felted but still hairy grey mohair sweater or a completely compressed grey/white squirrel tucked down the back of his collar. I refuse to contemplate the thought that I might have been scoped out by a man with a matt of tangled hair at least an inch thick sticking out the back of his collar and creeping up his neck. And creeping out the rabbit, come to that.

Oh yes, and I seem to either be growing another head or I have a large zit high up on my left cheekbone. Great, I finally get thin enough to see my cheekbones again and there's a zit on one of 'em. I'm thinking that colouring it with eyeliner and adopting the Marie Antoinette thing might work for me. Ya think?

The Blanket of Bora-Bora has been receiving all of my tender ministrations and such of late, as I would like to get it done before I die. It's already too late to get it done before I'm bored with it, alas. It's over half done and although there's no way to finish it by the end of August, as had been my latest deadline, there's also no way to finish it for the previous three deadlines either.

At least I'm consistent.


Comments:
Ass

I had to do it, I was in pain.
 
Watch it or I'll find SquirrelMan and give him your email address. No, he likely doesn't have a computer. In fact, he likely doesn't even live indoors, however there ARE public computers at the library ...
 
I sometimes work with this guy who's just too hot to be for real. Dumb, but smokin', you know? One day a few of us girls were sort of hanging out watching him take off a sweatshirt when we suddenly were made aware that he had smuggled a possum or possibly a badger down the back of his T-shirt. You'd think a guy like him, who is very beauty-aware when it comes to himself, would wax his effin back, wouldn't you? And if not for himself then for the sake of world peace. Or for the children. Won't anyone think of the children?? Gentlemen, please shave your pelts! I can't take this guy seriously anymore and he's sort of my boss. He starts droning on with god knows what and I just envision the critter popping his head out the neck of the T-shirt.
 
I sometimes work with this guy who's just too hot to be for real. Dumb, but smokin', you know? One day a few of us girls were sort of hanging out watching him take off a sweatshirt when we suddenly were made aware that he had smuggled a possum or possibly a badger down the back of his T-shirt. You'd think a guy like him, who is very beauty-aware when it comes to himself, would wax his effin back, wouldn't you? And if not for himself then for the sake of world peace. Or for the children. Won't anyone think of the children?? Gentlemen, please shave your pelts! I can't take this guy seriously anymore and he's sort of my boss. He starts droning on with god knows what and I just envision the critter popping his head out the neck of the T-shirt.
 
I sometimes work with this guy who's just too hot to be for real. Dumb, but smokin', you know? One day a few of us girls were sort of hanging out watching him take off a sweatshirt when we suddenly were made aware that he had smuggled a possum or possibly a badger down the back of his T-shirt. You'd think a guy like him, who is very beauty-aware when it comes to himself, would wax his effin back, wouldn't you? And if not for himself then for the sake of world peace. Or for the children. Won't anyone think of the children?? Gentlemen, please shave your pelts! I can't take this guy seriously anymore and he's sort of my boss. He starts droning on with god knows what and I just envision the critter popping his head out the neck of the T-shirt.
 
what the? I only hit the button once. blogger is after me, man. sorry!!!!
 
That's ok, the comment was funny enough to read three times! You can delete two of 'em if you want.
 
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