Quick and to bed

I meant to write about the military’s research into a “gay bomb.” But, really, what the fuck can you say?

I want to write about a couple of work things, but, yeah, once bitten, twice shy, fill in your favorite cliches and lyrics. I will say one thing, however, read an awesome resume the other day. Person indicated they had “top notch communicational skills.”

I looked it up. Turns out “communicational” is a word, but fucking A, should it be? Is it necessary? Fucking awkward, every sentence I found on the interwebs.

Lastly, I’ve been dressing a bit different for me. Seems to be closer to the locals. Not sure what’s happening to me.

The think is, it’s a whole San Francisco thing. Pants with a dress. Dress and pants together. If you’ve ever frozen your sweet ass off in SF’s cold, it makes sense. But, fucking hell, what am I becoming?

(Worse yet, the boss and a co-worker were sporting similar looks today. Fucking uniform.)

(Worser yet, my dress was new and blue. Later the same day, my armpits were blue. Hot, hot, hot. Not.)

3 thoughts on “Quick and to bed

  1. evad

    cooo dress n big pants black or dark red i hope
    far better than those thongy things
    cant get used to the string myself get stuck in my teeth
    as for blue armpits dont worry you could be starting a trend
    the in thing at the moment is rubber sandley shoe thingies
    sad aint i for noticing

    anyroad i wants a go on that gay bomb thing i seen a gay vidio last night and i want to do what them three girlies were were doing to each other

    as for uniforms why not become a trend setter rather than a follower
    just pick the 2 most unsuitable garments to go together from your wardrobe and wear em together and when asked say oh it was Karl lagerfield who reccomended this to me (the designer is variable but not too mainsteam )when i was in Paris or be like me and wear jeans a teeshirt and a leather bike jacket well scuffed of course .

    bring back punk say i i loved the see thro bin bag look and rips in strategic places

    till later
    moi

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    1. Dee-Rob

      Sorry dvae,

      Pants equals trousers. No big granny panties for me.

      Oh, and sadly, it’s usually a little too warm for my leather biker jacket. I’ll keep it in whatever closet we have, but for now I have to dress for Cali. What’s happened to me?

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  2. dvae see its spelt wrong

    you could of course totaly freek them buy buying a big japanese motorbike and hurtle round in the sunshine. M would love that i can tell
    its either that or flip flops footless tights and a lil yellow spotted mini dress
    buy some strange coincidence its what every cool lil girly in swindon is wearing
    shame they are all Polish and i cant understand a word Bloody EEC
    and i knew about the pants
    every woman has a huge pair hidden somewhere
    for when you realy want to piss your man off
    snogs n hugs
    vdea

    are you still a stalker even if your too afraid to get out of the car ?

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