Kung Fu Hamsters
May. 13th, 2002 03:26 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rockettqweenOkay, it's been a really strange week. Not a bad week mind you just a strange week. Starting of notice maybe Wednesday? I havent updated this puppy lately items of note (to me anyway):
Wednesday: Can't remember what happened during the day. Oh yeah, had lunch at the Bellevue Hooters. I was scouting out job prospects as I kind of like tacky minimalist sex work. Hooters counts. Nobody gets naked but has a strip club feel to it. We ate wings and fries and I drooled over the Pacific Islander waitress. I want one. Received a moist towlette with the Hooters logo on it and the words "It's never tOO late to have a happy childhOOd." This pleased me greatly. Grabbed two of them to give out to just the right person in need of a smile. I have accomplished this.
Wednesday night: grabbed my workout partner and my lovely roommate and had dinner at Jack's. Talked about possible career moves, soul retreivals and other random shit (sex of course). Forwent the Vogue as for some reason goth music is driving me nuts and not inspiring me to do the Angry Divorcee Dance. I'm going to need to do this soon however as it's my cardio workout and I've been neglecting it for pool and sex. Exercise in itself but I do believe my workout partner is getting a bit more cardio out of it just by sheer mechanics. Not that I'm not an active participant, but hey, during my days of girls I wore a plastic penis and gained a newfound respect for men as I was dripping sweat and realizing I had lower abdominal muscles that I was not previously aware of. But anyway....
Got into a weird headspace playing pool, previously not experienced: KILL MODE. The lovely folks I play with on a regular basis have been competing in local tournaments and the atomosphere has gotten a lot more competitive. Therefore the only way to hold the table is to not let it go NO MATTER WHAT. This means making your shots, screwing your opponent with lousy leaves, and being extremely defensive and careful of cue ball placement. I've gotten tired of playing a game and then sitting down again for a full rotation. Besides which, my workout partner has gotten downright dangerous on the table and I especially want to beat him. This means I've been practicing and concentrating a lot more.
After losing the first game I played I went to go thrash around to bad eighties music for a while and came back to play again. I wound up running the table for over an hour and taking out a couple of ass weasels in the process. The last one was definitely upset about this. Shook my hand and slunk out of the pool room without signing up again. Ahhh... I love crushing ego sometimes. I may be a girl, but there are times I can kick serious butt. I just especially love taking out condesending wanks with the attitude of "Awwww.... How cute.... She plays pool. Suck my cock.
Came down from KILL MODE. Went home with WP, had sex and went to sleep. Good day.
Wednesday: Can't remember what happened during the day. Oh yeah, had lunch at the Bellevue Hooters. I was scouting out job prospects as I kind of like tacky minimalist sex work. Hooters counts. Nobody gets naked but has a strip club feel to it. We ate wings and fries and I drooled over the Pacific Islander waitress. I want one. Received a moist towlette with the Hooters logo on it and the words "It's never tOO late to have a happy childhOOd." This pleased me greatly. Grabbed two of them to give out to just the right person in need of a smile. I have accomplished this.
Wednesday night: grabbed my workout partner and my lovely roommate and had dinner at Jack's. Talked about possible career moves, soul retreivals and other random shit (sex of course). Forwent the Vogue as for some reason goth music is driving me nuts and not inspiring me to do the Angry Divorcee Dance. I'm going to need to do this soon however as it's my cardio workout and I've been neglecting it for pool and sex. Exercise in itself but I do believe my workout partner is getting a bit more cardio out of it just by sheer mechanics. Not that I'm not an active participant, but hey, during my days of girls I wore a plastic penis and gained a newfound respect for men as I was dripping sweat and realizing I had lower abdominal muscles that I was not previously aware of. But anyway....
Got into a weird headspace playing pool, previously not experienced: KILL MODE. The lovely folks I play with on a regular basis have been competing in local tournaments and the atomosphere has gotten a lot more competitive. Therefore the only way to hold the table is to not let it go NO MATTER WHAT. This means making your shots, screwing your opponent with lousy leaves, and being extremely defensive and careful of cue ball placement. I've gotten tired of playing a game and then sitting down again for a full rotation. Besides which, my workout partner has gotten downright dangerous on the table and I especially want to beat him. This means I've been practicing and concentrating a lot more.
After losing the first game I played I went to go thrash around to bad eighties music for a while and came back to play again. I wound up running the table for over an hour and taking out a couple of ass weasels in the process. The last one was definitely upset about this. Shook my hand and slunk out of the pool room without signing up again. Ahhh... I love crushing ego sometimes. I may be a girl, but there are times I can kick serious butt. I just especially love taking out condesending wanks with the attitude of "Awwww.... How cute.... She plays pool. Suck my cock.
Came down from KILL MODE. Went home with WP, had sex and went to sleep. Good day.
