Wednesday, June 30, 2004
Time Passes (me) By
Work has been convoluted and confusing. There are quite a few people away on vacation and I am covering some extra responsibilities. Plus, I am feeling very uninspired these days. A touch of ennui.
One nice thing is that I have been taking the time to scan one page each day from my grandmother's photo album. It is filled with beautiful, half-faded sepia wonders that nearly crumble in your hands. I hope that someday photos from my youth will have the same allure (i will never look that lovely). Is it possible that with each generation people become more ugly and crass?
My Aunt Mimi and Nanny in 1935
One nice thing is that I have been taking the time to scan one page each day from my grandmother's photo album. It is filled with beautiful, half-faded sepia wonders that nearly crumble in your hands. I hope that someday photos from my youth will have the same allure (i will never look that lovely). Is it possible that with each generation people become more ugly and crass?
My Aunt Mimi and Nanny in 1935
Tuesday, June 29, 2004
I Like It
I am very much enjoying my new favorite mp3 blog -- *SIXEYES. If I try to play the music I love at work, I get groans all around. Seems my coworkers find it "depressing". Luckly, there is a community out there for me ... and they share!
Friday, June 25, 2004
Always at the Back of my Mind
I find my own stream of consciousness deeply amusing. It is just amazing how one thought leads to another and almost always settles on something sexual. Here is an example I forced myself to remember from a few days ago:
I was riding my bike to work and I saw a guy in a car with a vanity plate which said "ELEGANCE". This really stuck in my head, because the car was not elegant in the least. It was old and dirty and some commonplace make and model. I started thinking about what my license plate could say in order to give a misleading image of who I am and the first thing that I came up with was "BABY DOLL", which is an odd first thought, but I suppose I think of myself as the opposite of that bubblegum pop feeling. Almost immediately, I realized how uncool I would feel with a plate that said "BABY DOLL" and how much more empowering it would feel to have a plate that would say "BITE ME" (now this thought disgusts me, but I loved it at the time). Thinking about "bite me" led me to thinking fondly of the motion that goes along with those words, where a guy grabs at his crotch, suggesting you bite his love sausage. I had a good image of some greasy (but sexy) guy grabbing his cock through his pants and giving it a little shake (think Mickey Rourke here). I was so jealous. then I realized that as a woman, I could grab my breast and say "bite me". I practiced doing so in my head. It wasn't quite as good; I needed a penis. This jarred my memory of being about 13 and rolling a pair of socks together till they resembled a nice stiff cock and stuffing it inside my pants, then rubbing it through my jeans until I came.
And all this while I rode my bike to work ...
All day long I fantasize about stuff (not always sexual). One of these days, I plan to start a fantasy log where I keep track of them all. As soon as I can learn not to be embarrassed.
I was riding my bike to work and I saw a guy in a car with a vanity plate which said "ELEGANCE". This really stuck in my head, because the car was not elegant in the least. It was old and dirty and some commonplace make and model. I started thinking about what my license plate could say in order to give a misleading image of who I am and the first thing that I came up with was "BABY DOLL", which is an odd first thought, but I suppose I think of myself as the opposite of that bubblegum pop feeling. Almost immediately, I realized how uncool I would feel with a plate that said "BABY DOLL" and how much more empowering it would feel to have a plate that would say "BITE ME" (now this thought disgusts me, but I loved it at the time). Thinking about "bite me" led me to thinking fondly of the motion that goes along with those words, where a guy grabs at his crotch, suggesting you bite his love sausage. I had a good image of some greasy (but sexy) guy grabbing his cock through his pants and giving it a little shake (think Mickey Rourke here). I was so jealous. then I realized that as a woman, I could grab my breast and say "bite me". I practiced doing so in my head. It wasn't quite as good; I needed a penis. This jarred my memory of being about 13 and rolling a pair of socks together till they resembled a nice stiff cock and stuffing it inside my pants, then rubbing it through my jeans until I came.
And all this while I rode my bike to work ...
All day long I fantasize about stuff (not always sexual). One of these days, I plan to start a fantasy log where I keep track of them all. As soon as I can learn not to be embarrassed.
Monday, June 14, 2004
Ready for Takeoff
