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eor to read. He didn't have time yesterday, so when I couldn't do anything else for a short time*, today, I began doing a proofread and got caught up in it. Now there's major crossouts in the printed version, very messy. He probably won't get to it until some time tomorrow, and by then it might be completely illegible.
I let slip to a guy I work with (JPe) that I was writing a story with a m/m kiss in it and he said "that's disgusting."
I responded, "No... not at all."
He got a laugh out of that, because of course he finds f/f stuff completely irresistable so he can't give me too much grief.;) Though then he started teasing me that I like small-breasted women because they remind me of little boys.
I was thinking, but didn't quite say, "No, I like little boys because they remind me of small-breasted women." And then we got inturrupted by work, which was a good thing. I swear working there sometimes feels like I'm back in high school. Which may not be a terrible thing, since I've started writing again, and I hadn't since high school.
*If you want the TMI version, I was on the commode.
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Downstairs, in the airlock* of my building, there's a smell of blueberry coffee. God bless Green Mountain Coffee Roasters for coming up with so many ways to tempt me to sin. On the other hand, if it's not blueberry coffee I don't want to know, I'm happy thinking that's what it is.;)
*Can't think of an appropriate word, here. It's not a 'lobby' because it's not big enough, it's not a mudroom because we don't leave our boots and coats there. It's a small common area where the mailboxes are for the three apartments in the building.
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I spent quite some time this morning trying to catch up ondaegaer's journal. My she's been busy the past few days, and work avoidance made her produce another bible-fic which was interesting.:)
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Speaking of small-breasted women - what is this fascination that 75% of women have with wearing underwire bras? I can understand it on the women with larger breasts who need structural support, but why on earth would a girl who has almost no breasts and really doesn't even need a bra at all bother to wear an underwire? If I ever get breast reduction surgery you wouldn't catch me being so silly. Unless I wanted to get felt up in the checkpoint at the airport, that is.;) I actually don't think about it while I'm doing the pat-down bit - I really don't want women feeling like I'm enjoying feeling them up, so I just try hard not to enjoy it. I've got to say, most women are getting better about it. There's still a few with really nasty attitudes, or who do that passive-aggressive "I'm too good for this" thing. Like Helen Hunt, who I had to pat down yesterday. Bitch. I've decided I don't want to ever meet a celebrity who I really like because I'll just be bummed if they act like an asshole. Oh, and she looks much older than the photo on IMDB, and she's a walking skeleton. Small breasts should not come at the expense of butt, it's not attractive.
eor to read. He didn't have time yesterday, so when I couldn't do anything else for a short time*, today, I began doing a proofread and got caught up in it. Now there's major crossouts in the printed version, very messy. He probably won't get to it until some time tomorrow, and by then it might be completely illegible. I let slip to a guy I work with (JPe) that I was writing a story with a m/m kiss in it and he said "that's disgusting."
I responded, "No... not at all."
He got a laugh out of that, because of course he finds f/f stuff completely irresistable so he can't give me too much grief.;) Though then he started teasing me that I like small-breasted women because they remind me of little boys.
I was thinking, but didn't quite say, "No, I like little boys because they remind me of small-breasted women." And then we got inturrupted by work, which was a good thing. I swear working there sometimes feels like I'm back in high school. Which may not be a terrible thing, since I've started writing again, and I hadn't since high school.
*If you want the TMI version, I was on the commode.
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Downstairs, in the airlock* of my building, there's a smell of blueberry coffee. God bless Green Mountain Coffee Roasters for coming up with so many ways to tempt me to sin. On the other hand, if it's not blueberry coffee I don't want to know, I'm happy thinking that's what it is.;)
*Can't think of an appropriate word, here. It's not a 'lobby' because it's not big enough, it's not a mudroom because we don't leave our boots and coats there. It's a small common area where the mailboxes are for the three apartments in the building.
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I spent quite some time this morning trying to catch up on
daegaer's journal. My she's been busy the past few days, and work avoidance made her produce another bible-fic which was interesting.:) -------------------------------------
Speaking of small-breasted women - what is this fascination that 75% of women have with wearing underwire bras? I can understand it on the women with larger breasts who need structural support, but why on earth would a girl who has almost no breasts and really doesn't even need a bra at all bother to wear an underwire? If I ever get breast reduction surgery you wouldn't catch me being so silly. Unless I wanted to get felt up in the checkpoint at the airport, that is.;) I actually don't think about it while I'm doing the pat-down bit - I really don't want women feeling like I'm enjoying feeling them up, so I just try hard not to enjoy it. I've got to say, most women are getting better about it. There's still a few with really nasty attitudes, or who do that passive-aggressive "I'm too good for this" thing. Like Helen Hunt, who I had to pat down yesterday. Bitch. I've decided I don't want to ever meet a celebrity who I really like because I'll just be bummed if they act like an asshole. Oh, and she looks much older than the photo on IMDB, and she's a walking skeleton. Small breasts should not come at the expense of butt, it's not attractive.