Are You There?
(07:24:26 PM) SafeTinspector: You there?
(07:24:38 PM) SafeTinspector: I am, unfortunately, working.
(07:24:44 PM) SafeTinspector: This weekend is a complete bust.
(07:25:19 PM) SafeTinspector: This is my lot in life, to type on a screen in the vain hope that another may read what I say and sympathize.
(07:25:51 PM) SafeTinspector: But what good is sympathy? It can’t set me free from my voluntary shackles of commerce and career.
(07:26:57 PM) SafeTinspector: Be thankful you have the privacy to pleasure yourself, or could obtain the privacy with short notice and but a whim.
(07:27:36 PM) SafeTinspector: I’ll have you know I could no more let my hand sink below the lip of this table than I could shop for tomatoes in the Sea of Tranquility.
(07:28:20 PM) SafeTinspector: If I did, the shocked stares! Oh, surely they could see my point. If they joined me with abandon then we’d all get some enjoyment from it–albeit one with a shakey, enbarassed silence afterwards.
(07:28:53 PM) SafeTinspector: I plan on coughing uncomfortably into the sudden quiet, into my left hand so as to avoid gooing up my chin.
(07:31:55 PM) SafeTinspector: UNfortunately I have unlimited access to regular cola. I’ve squandered it, though. I’ve wasted it by intentionally pouring it into the top of the microwave. Hopefully I won’t be found out.
right handed, you say, sugar?
Ah, that’s where you’ve been. Cause I was starting to lose hope I’d ever see you again… I’ve missed you… well, OK, I haven’t, but would it kill you to drop in an say hi once in a while? it would! Shit, glad you haven’t been around then.
Savannah: As a matter of fact, yes. My left hand is not so very dextrous, though it isn’t completely useless. It can hold up its end of a qwerty keyboard or piano….
Rich: I’m a lazy and inconsiderate bastard. You are right to lose hope. I’m hopeless!
Pffft! You is all depressed sounding. Awwww, poor wittle SafeT. You can do two things SafeT, you can come and read a reasonably strange story on my blog or you can feel sorry for yourself for the next 4 minutes 37 seconds until the building security turn up to ‘counsel’ you on your cola/microwave experiment. Yes, yes I did call them. It was preferable to seeing you sit there like a lazy ass!
Now was that so hard?
I really wasn’t depressed. A little tired, and vaguely horny.
Mainly tired.
Building security can suck my thing. Please.
and how do you feel now, sugar?
(thanks for stopping by)
If you’re requesting a hummer from a rent-a-cop, I think you need to reassess where exactly your life began to disintegrate.
Unless they’re a sexy rent-a-cop. Does such a thing even exist?
savannah: Vindicated!
Davecat: Oh, where have I gone wrong…
Tsk! Tsk! You would have to be a man!
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