Well, Christmas is once again done, and the world's starting up again. Thank God, Christmas is not my favourite holiday. It has just been exploited too much, I guess.
Well, my shoes have finally arrived, and even though they're still quite stiff, they look awesome. I feel like a million bucks wearing them.
Night before Christmas turned into an impromptu drinking session with... my mom. I stopped counting after four bottles of great Spanish Rioja, but it looked like we had a glass farm going. Conversation was consequently good, even though topics were covered comfortably that I usually shirk... like her sex life, or to be precise, lack of desire for one. In all of this, MY sex life wasn't even mentioned, even though I was quite prepared to be honest and truthful - my guess is she doesn't want confirmation. Prefers the safety of not knowing. Oh well, Christmas is not the right moment for revelations.
Day after was rapidly rescheduled to accommodate resultant splitting headache - my mom only showed signs of life after about 4 pm. LOL.
Work. Well, being closeted at work is getting more challenging by the day. And the closeted freak in my team is the cause of that.
One day last week, the subject matter open to general discussion was - anal penetration. Freak went all red while the subject was covered. LOL. My boss had to make things worse by proclaiming loudly Freak needn't worry: "you just have to do the penetrating, no need to bend over". I remained strictly neutral and laughed the episode off. Freak's now discussing women with an alarming sudden increase in frequency.
Freak's decided he wants to be my friend. I'm not sure I want to know the reasoning behind that, but the guy's so weird it could really mean anything. Anyway, I found a new white-belted co-worker to crush and spy on, so who cares about Freak?
On the subject of "homosexuality on the work floor", another new guy at work almost makes my gaydar explode. There's an almost audible massive beeper going off in my head whenever I see his face. It's the effeminate way he holds his stationery that's most interesting, I think.
Music? I've been listening to Dannii Minogue's "Greatest Hits" album most of last week. No snickering, please! ;-)
Pilot guy? Didn't call him. I'm hoping his crush will gradually fade away.
"Perfection" gives a good impression of what I'm looking for.
Love the boat.
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2 comments:
So you mean this guy is anal about anything anal? Haha!
If you are so happy about shoes, the homo side of your sexuality must be taking over! ;)
Steven
LOL.....your shoes came!
This made me smile...but seriously ur making me want to go out tomorrow a get a pair myself w/ my Xmas money.
This is bad bad bad!
P.S. While I was home my cousin was wearing a white belt and I thought about you. LOL! Too bad he has a fiance and he is the straightest guy I know.
There goes your theory my man.......hehe
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