2000-08-22 - 16:30:06
Pressed for Time
Just a heads-up - there won't be any quoted entries on days when there's a Diary Survivor challenge. They take a lot of time. So do these, even though it probably doesn't look like it. And I do need to spend SOME portion of my day actually working on actual work - you know, the kind they pay me for. (Although if anyone wants to send me money for doing this, they're more than welcome to).
I could have reached out and slapped him if I wanted to, which later I did.
So she tells me, "pass me that pen with the dildo thing on top."
Which is okay because now he does my laundry and I would much rather have clean clothes than a bunch of cassette tapes littering up the place.
I was thinking about what I'm going to treat myself to for my birthday (it's exactly one month from today - I'll be 20 whole years old) and I'm torn between two things that I really want to have done to my body.
I am remembering a person who made me feel the same way as warm blankets on cool mornings.
Everyone hears what you say.
Without warning, a small silvery finned pervert launched himself from the water directly at her clevage. "Hey Baybeee! Who's your daddy!" With a horrified shriek she batted at her chest as the fish copped a quick feel and darted off into the depths, never to be seen again. And they said "Jaws" was scary.