Gorgeous Creatures
Some Mondays seem to start off fine – like an unexpected cool breeze in August – the bayou full and even slightly choppy – then wammo – sidelined by idiot contractors – like this A-1 Contractor fool who did such a shitty job on our house to the point where we now have to hire some other company to fix the foundation and two flat tires on the bike which the pump couldn’t help because a) no one knows how to use it, and b) guy at Bayou Bikes said it will only put in about 70 lbs anyway. Finally get air in the tires and then have too many work things and the heat is rising and so there is that wonderful, perfect, anomaly of a morning obliterated – damn Monday mornings – why do they always have to be such cliches?
Just broached subject of why it is I have started to objectify men and my colleague told me she seriously thinks she is turning into a man. I do think this job, the times, are all putting us on a more even playing field so that what was clearly a gender defined trait has more universal application. Broached similar subject with S:
R (4:20:29 PM): why do you have that spicy chicken back up?
s (4:20:39 PM): everyone giving me shit about the rat I’m kissing.
s (4:20:46 PM): how did you know I needed to talk to you
s (4:22:16 PM): think I am too, all I can think about is the sex I’m not having
s (4:22:25 PM): or the sex I’ve had and am not having now
s (4:22:32 PM): or the sex I wish I was having
s (4:22:33 PM): whatever