and thanks to PT, i can feed my addiction.
i`m actually at her house to upload a job, but i figured i`d take the time to check my mail, update my blog, catch up on what i missed.
i never realised how much time i spend online until i have no access. i went two whole nights without talking to vic. which in terms of what we`re accustomed to is a life time. i`ve always know how grounding talking her is but the last two days have been a sort of hell, i needed to talk, i needed comfort and i couldn`t get it.
i`m going to have to figure out something quickly, i can`t keep showing up on PT`s doorstep every morning.
i`m off to pick up my ticket for the trip next week. ciao
you`re bound to get up with fleas.
i got fucked again. i don`t know why i expected it to be any different. apparently i misconstrued the conversation i had with the director. he never agreed to keep me on a freelance basis. he said it was on per project basis.
right. i would have remembered that conversation, i`m sure i would have remembered.
and coupled with this, i arrive home to discover because i paid my phone bill late i can only receive calls. and to get full service back i have to pay the next bill. well that`s not happening for a while. so i`ll be liberating connections wherever i can. so my updates are going to be a lot more sporadic.
i`m going to shoot pool and try to relax, at least i have my days to myself again.
well not really, i just had [shock of shocks] things to do that didn`t involve me being online.
i got up early this morning to watch f1 and it was worth every minute of sacrificed sleep. i spent most of today, putting the finishing touches on a corporate identity manual, then i went to a bar b que, that my ex brother in law had.
that`s pretty much been my day. nothing exciting, nothing out of the ordinary.
i`m going to be trying to find and plan a very cheap itinerary for a possible trip to turkey at the end of the month.
hope your weekend was enjoyable.
i just got this off metafilter:
The election of Arnold Schwartzenegger to governor of California seems too broad for satire, and it`s now lost to us forever as a throwaway joke in a short story. The Infinite Matrix asked a few SF writers, editors, and physicians for pithy comments, and this is what we got. Some are pithy, some not. more
vic and the boy chick are off playing soccer [or football as i know it] and i find the thought of her being a soccer mom, very arousing.
it`s one of the things about victoria that appeals to me. she`s multifaceted. she`s not just one thing. she`s a mother, my lover, my wife, a friend, our accountant, a healer and all of these things she does exceptionally well.
the power and ease with which she does all these things are truly an aphrodisiac. the wanton, lascivious woman who makes me scream out her names, is the same woman i`m honoured to co-parent with, is the woman i can just on the couch and read with. she is all of these things, separately and together it makes her the woman i married.
what more can i ask for. i`m proud, honoured and blessed to have vic in my life.
i did finally get paid late yesterday afternoon. got my cheque and my severance letter and another letter indicating their desire to have me freelance. so there was no need for me to run amok.
what can i say, i`m a sucker for punishment. i`m there on monday. it`s not really that, but our current financial situation is such that i can`t afford a week without income.
if they are paying me what i ask, i think i can get by on going into the office three days a week.
the rest of yesterday evening was great, i sat around with the people i do like from the office had a few drinks, which then dovetailed into a spectacular evening of pool and drinking.
in formula one news, i`m being to think bernie ecclestone, controls the weather. in a qualifying made more interesting by weather, schu who is a point away from winning his 6th world champion qualified 14th out a field of 20. this is going to make for a very interesting race. just need to stay up. the race is in japan, so live coverage starts at 1am
FUCK! FUCK! FUCKITY! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!
of course this flaming syphilitic festering sore on the asshole of humanity could manage to piss me the fuck off from whatever hole she`s hiding in.
it couldn`t be as easy as coming into work, doing my job, collect my cheque and go home. oh no, not in this fucking place.
this flaming syphilitic festering sore on the asshole of humanity that is my boss hasn`t been in the office all week, she`s been off doing or not doing her new job from all reports. what does this mean to me? well she is one of the only two signatories required for cheques for this magnificent organisation. which means there is no one here to sign my cheque.
and that is pissing right to fuck off. my resignation has been in a month now, why are they now scrambling to prepare my cheque.
i still have my office keys, i`m not surrendering them til i get my cheque.
my head is pounding, i have work to finish up here but i refuse to lift a fucking finger until i know i`m getting paid today.
the mood i`m in right now, i think i have enough rage to more than cover what they owe me in damages.
today is my last official day at the hell hole. i`ve been doing the happy dance since last night. i have to keep my spirits up but the great satan returns after a week long absence. and because she and her croonies has flubbed the project they`re working on, she going to be worse than usual.
it`s my intention to keep as low a profile as possible, collect my cheque and get to hell out. there has been no sight of a freelance contract but it doesn`t actually bother me. we`ll see how that goes.
pay close attention, there will be a quiz at the end of the day. ciao
with the waxing of the moon, our desires build. it`s amazing, even separated as we are, we`re still synchronised. there is nothing to say, we know, we can feel. the tingle of skin, the ghosts of sensations past and longing for days yet upon us.
the elaborate fantasies, the beautiful stories, the spectacular dreams, inflame our passions, but self stimulation only serves to frustrate. barely an outlet, it`s becomes pointless.
i hear ghosts of our lovemaking, murmurs, whispers, shouts, screams, i can smell you, i long for your touch. the need for you touches my very soul.
so for fun yesterday i completely wiped the drive with my OS and apps [in preperation for Panther [8pm, Oct 23] and i`m the process of reinstalling everything. i kept my mail databases and a couple other specific prefs, but otherwise this is a fresh start.
it`s amazing how much shit i`ve accumulated. obviously all the shit that i haven`t been collecting in the physical world is all here in the virtual world. it feels good to do some house cleaning.
in other news i`m debating taking on the atkins diet at least to get my weight down to a region where the thought of exercise of some sort doesn`t send my heart into palpitations.
coinciding with this decision is word out of jamaica. yes folk, i have a face to interview later this month. i`ll keep you posted and things develop.
VIRGO:If you want to place yourself in alignment with the current cosmic trends, you will seek out more than the usual amount and quality of your favorite physical sensations. My advice is to compose a list of your top five, then write out a proposed plan for getting those needs met and met and met. For instance, if you normally have a massage every once in a while, arrange to have at least two in the coming week, and make sure you enlist the services of the very best masseuse or masseur you know. Use the same approach to sex, food, sleep, aromas, beautiful sights, and any other experience that thrills your body.
courtesy: free will astrology
