Now that my eyes are bleeding......
Aug. 9th, 2002 04:01 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rockettqweenThe problem with being away from LJ for an extended period of time is catching up. I've now read all the entries from my friends page from the last week. Ow.... My eyes are bleeding.... All is madness..... All is heartache, death, quizzes, poetry, upset, medical problems, club drama updates, not even a good stupid "I like cheese" entry.
I'm thinking my workout partner may be in need of attention. He's behaving as such. I keep telling him to just do what I do when I'm feeling neglected which is "HEY!!! LOOK AT ME!!! PAY ATTENTION TO ME!!!" And if that doesn't work I put on black vinyl and say, "HEY!!!! I'M DRESSED LIKE AN EVIL BOND GIRL!!!!! PAY ATTENTION TO ME!!!!" That always does the trick. Eventually he will grow weary of my unintended blatant disregard and start employing this tactic. However stripping naked and thrusting his cock in my mouth would definitely get my attention better than wearing vinyl or in his case, I think leather would be a much better choice. At any rate, if it has a screen to get sucked into I will become one with it until such time as something pulls me off of it be it another person or the call of nature. This is why I don't watch TV very often. I can't stop by myself. Someone else has to wrestle the remote away from me and I'm paranoid about receiving brain washing rays through episodes of Charmed or something.
I miss the days when all I had was a piece of junk tv with no antenna and a VCR. My roommate's tv and dvd and vcr and ps2 combo is cool in it's own fashion, but I often feel like offing myself if I realize I've just taken hours off my life staring at a screen.
At least with LJ there is some degree of productivity, as venting one's thoughts helps clear the head some.
I really need more intellectual outlets. I can feel my brain cells start to atrophy. I've thought about returning to college just so I can learn stuff. Keep my brain from shrinking. I don't seem to have a prayer on the job front right now as far as finding anything period, let alone something intellectually stimulating and rewarding.
Oh, and monster.com sucks ass. They send me job leads that I'm way underqualified for such as "software test lead - Microsoft". Actually I got about 8 leads from Microsoft. All of which I was underqualified for. Especially the one requiring 15+ years related field experience. I can't even figure out simple HTML for chrissakes.
I taught classes in lisp programming and I can't figure out HTML.
I can't drive or ride a bicycle either.
I made a beautiful cut shot combo during a pool game on Tuesday. I missed the straight on side pocket shot.
Simple things baffle me.
I had gluten free pizza for dinner tonight. My workout partner cares enough to cook the wheat-free best. (I'm also really bitchy when I consume allergens. There's some self preservation on his part I think.)
The phrase "workout partner" started out as a joke. I stumbled in to my last paying job with minimal sleep as my current partner had kept me up until the bright light of day making it impossible to be anything but a drooling mass of quivering well-fucked flesh. I was reasonably on time. One of the things I hated about the job was my bosses were really nosy. They wanted to know if the guy that had been dropping me off was my boyfriend. I had just broken up with Suicide Boy 2 weeks prior and backed out of moving to Miami with him and was still considering leaving town except there was this fabulous guy wailing the shit out of me on a nightly basis that I'd had minimal conversation with who was, well, certainly not a boyfriend yet. I didn't know his birthday, his favorite color (wait a minute.... I still don't know his favorite color), what kind of person he was, aspirations, interests, etc. I was tired and sore from the previous nights extracurricular activities. My muscles ached like I'd been doing contortionist push-ups. I snapped, "No. That's not my boyfriend. That's my workout partner."
Months and weeks after he'd probably qualified for "boyfriend" my fear of commitment and the big long 'R' word caused me to continue referring to him as my "workout partner" and since I am loathe to use anyone's real name on LJ including my own, it stuck.
I do appreciate his presence greatly as I discovered that he was much more than a fucking machine (total bonus).
But it all started with an effeminate suicidal customer service junkie living in my apartment and refusing to have sex because "it made him want to die". I figured I'd have one last fling before moving to Miami with him and dumping him there after I got a job in some strip club, saved up money, hung out in Key West for a while and came back home. So what if it sounds harsh.
My one last fling is going on 6 months now.
He just came in to check on me. I have been summoned. I will go now with my favorite snippet o'conversation from last week when I ran into an old friend I was happy to see whom I hadn't spoken to in a while:
Old Friend: It's funny. I had a dream about you the other night.
Rockettqween: Oh really? Was I naked?
OF: As a matter of fact we both were.
RQ: Ah... I'm interested now. What happened?
OF: Well, It was just like the last time you and I were naked. Except this time you came. I woke up feeling very satisfied with myself.
DOH!!!
I'm thinking my workout partner may be in need of attention. He's behaving as such. I keep telling him to just do what I do when I'm feeling neglected which is "HEY!!! LOOK AT ME!!! PAY ATTENTION TO ME!!!" And if that doesn't work I put on black vinyl and say, "HEY!!!! I'M DRESSED LIKE AN EVIL BOND GIRL!!!!! PAY ATTENTION TO ME!!!!" That always does the trick. Eventually he will grow weary of my unintended blatant disregard and start employing this tactic. However stripping naked and thrusting his cock in my mouth would definitely get my attention better than wearing vinyl or in his case, I think leather would be a much better choice. At any rate, if it has a screen to get sucked into I will become one with it until such time as something pulls me off of it be it another person or the call of nature. This is why I don't watch TV very often. I can't stop by myself. Someone else has to wrestle the remote away from me and I'm paranoid about receiving brain washing rays through episodes of Charmed or something.
I miss the days when all I had was a piece of junk tv with no antenna and a VCR. My roommate's tv and dvd and vcr and ps2 combo is cool in it's own fashion, but I often feel like offing myself if I realize I've just taken hours off my life staring at a screen.
At least with LJ there is some degree of productivity, as venting one's thoughts helps clear the head some.
I really need more intellectual outlets. I can feel my brain cells start to atrophy. I've thought about returning to college just so I can learn stuff. Keep my brain from shrinking. I don't seem to have a prayer on the job front right now as far as finding anything period, let alone something intellectually stimulating and rewarding.
Oh, and monster.com sucks ass. They send me job leads that I'm way underqualified for such as "software test lead - Microsoft". Actually I got about 8 leads from Microsoft. All of which I was underqualified for. Especially the one requiring 15+ years related field experience. I can't even figure out simple HTML for chrissakes.
I taught classes in lisp programming and I can't figure out HTML.
I can't drive or ride a bicycle either.
I made a beautiful cut shot combo during a pool game on Tuesday. I missed the straight on side pocket shot.
Simple things baffle me.
I had gluten free pizza for dinner tonight. My workout partner cares enough to cook the wheat-free best. (I'm also really bitchy when I consume allergens. There's some self preservation on his part I think.)
The phrase "workout partner" started out as a joke. I stumbled in to my last paying job with minimal sleep as my current partner had kept me up until the bright light of day making it impossible to be anything but a drooling mass of quivering well-fucked flesh. I was reasonably on time. One of the things I hated about the job was my bosses were really nosy. They wanted to know if the guy that had been dropping me off was my boyfriend. I had just broken up with Suicide Boy 2 weeks prior and backed out of moving to Miami with him and was still considering leaving town except there was this fabulous guy wailing the shit out of me on a nightly basis that I'd had minimal conversation with who was, well, certainly not a boyfriend yet. I didn't know his birthday, his favorite color (wait a minute.... I still don't know his favorite color), what kind of person he was, aspirations, interests, etc. I was tired and sore from the previous nights extracurricular activities. My muscles ached like I'd been doing contortionist push-ups. I snapped, "No. That's not my boyfriend. That's my workout partner."
Months and weeks after he'd probably qualified for "boyfriend" my fear of commitment and the big long 'R' word caused me to continue referring to him as my "workout partner" and since I am loathe to use anyone's real name on LJ including my own, it stuck.
I do appreciate his presence greatly as I discovered that he was much more than a fucking machine (total bonus).
But it all started with an effeminate suicidal customer service junkie living in my apartment and refusing to have sex because "it made him want to die". I figured I'd have one last fling before moving to Miami with him and dumping him there after I got a job in some strip club, saved up money, hung out in Key West for a while and came back home. So what if it sounds harsh.
My one last fling is going on 6 months now.
He just came in to check on me. I have been summoned. I will go now with my favorite snippet o'conversation from last week when I ran into an old friend I was happy to see whom I hadn't spoken to in a while:
Old Friend: It's funny. I had a dream about you the other night.
Rockettqween: Oh really? Was I naked?
OF: As a matter of fact we both were.
RQ: Ah... I'm interested now. What happened?
OF: Well, It was just like the last time you and I were naked. Except this time you came. I woke up feeling very satisfied with myself.
DOH!!!
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maybe I'll do a cheese entry just for you
Date: 2002-08-09 12:49 pm (UTC)I look forward to seeing you again next weekend. I may go out tonight, so perhaps I will see you sooner. ;)
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Date: 2002-08-09 09:07 pm (UTC)Or both?
*grin*
Re:
Date: 2002-08-12 02:15 am (UTC)Shooting pool
Date: 2002-08-10 04:12 pm (UTC)Re: Shooting pool
Date: 2002-08-12 02:14 am (UTC)Re: Shooting pool
Date: 2002-08-13 05:30 pm (UTC)Re: Shooting pool
Date: 2002-08-16 10:42 pm (UTC)