I am slowly going crazy... 5 .. 4... 3.. 2. 1...

Ok it isn't me. It is the guy in the next office. Dude is talking to himself and keeps saying "No.. no!" It is the middle age security system installer and I am not quite sure if he is all there.

Ok. It is official. I am Capital H. HoRNY.

I did some spring cleaning in my office and sent off three million five hundred and three emails today. I was cleaning up loose ends also. Very productive week. This isn't because I am still waiting to see if my raise goes through but my desk was piled so high with shit that I didn't know if I was coming or going.

Still horny, in case you are keeping track.

I have this oppressive desire to paddle the bottoms of most of the lovely ladies here at work. I am a walking sexual harassment case. Good thing I learned self-control at the ripe age of four or so.

I know I am not alone is this. I know someone has stood behind a member of the opposite sex and just want to smack them once on their tush. You know it doesn't have to be the opposite sex but at least for me I would extract exponentiallly more pleasure out of the arse being owned by a lady.

Anyways,

Happy Smacking my paddling friends,

Experiment with Miso

So the jury is in. Ramen noodles and Miso do not go together, at least not in the same bowl of goodness. Another lesson: Two packets of Ramen is just too much mister.

The boys are back. I liked them being gone as I could roll around the house naked as a jay bird and have sex whenever I deemed the need although it was commonly on my own. I also had the undivided attention of the Diva and she wasn't as stressed. Who knew that having two boys running around the house and making incredible demands on your time could be stressful?

BUT

I do love having them back. I hope with a complete school year this time around that we can truly slip back into a rhythm. A rhythm that will not be interupted by their short visit with Pudgy. I am giving serious thought to coaching football for Mini-Mouse. I am guessing that I will have brother JEB talked into LSU by the end of the year or at least next summer.

All things seem to be coming into place with Diva and I think she is reaping some vindication from her other job. Also got herself an earfull about my ex and her teaching ability. We all had the chance to look at a pic of her ex's future ex. A dark caramel panamian lass with a less than adorable grill but flat ish stomach.

The ramen/miso sex in a cup is growing on me. Good thing I am working out tonight. I need to release all this bouncy knee energy.

Peace Out,

Friday Night Music 2 MY Ears

The plant is cleared except for essential folks, it must be Friday. I have had the lights off in my office all day because I have had this killer and I mean killer headache. I am sure I could have just closed my eyes and it all would have went away.

Diva is done with her comps and rolling passed the plant now on the interstate. One step closer to closing on our house as I fax'd off three million different sheets of paper this afternoon. And I closed loops of a mountain of paperwork that has been slowly growing on my desk. That has been my day other than helping the temps with the printers and forklifting an old copying machine across the parking lot. I am genuinely getting excited about this little side project I am on or really heading. It is a new label and label system that I can build from the ground up. This will be my second Label System that I have built and I enjoy the research, development, and vendor interaction.

I was thinking about a glass of wine tonight but money is tight and I will have to settle with the Canadian beer filling my frig to the brim. Might take the Sissy out to the galleries tomorrow if she can wrestle her mind away from comps and thesis papers.

TO: all
have a great weekend and safe travels