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2002-11-08 | 7:15 p.m. corduroy licorice swept his date off her feet with brute force. he'd found that no woman could resist the overwhelming sexual power given off by that brand of aftershave. *** yesterday at work, the power went off around miller time. a bunch of people headed home, but my boss wanted to keep our 5 p.m. meeting, so we lit a candle and three of us discussed concepts and zodiac signs by its glow. one of my more pleasant work experiences, to be sure. *** it's raining in l.a. more than a teaspoon! i got to go to sleep to the sound of the rain, which is the next best thing to waking up to the sound of the rain. *** closing time at work on a friday. i walked into the women's room and became enveloped by the scent of toothpaste and perfume. "someone just got ready for a date!" my olfactory nerves told me. i had a moment of envy. just a moment. you know, i think i'm going to try that whole online dating thing again. maybe i gave up too soon after the one strangely drawn out experience with my first and only pick from the line-up last time. how was i to know he was an alcoholic, workholic, no-making-out-aholic guy? nice in every other way, no doubt. and very cute and charming, but still. a no go. i think i might be ready to face the travails of dating once more. it would be nice to fall asleep to the rain in human stereo. we'll see. |
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