THE REFRESHER...
...recovering from the first week at the new work place...stuck on nine and a half-hour shifts...sort of fun getting to touch all of those worn bras and panties, except for the extra-plus sizes, especially when ya notice a pee stain or two as to where the crotch should neatly form a wedgie...and it's just about then that I wish I were at home drinking...
...and so, I really thought that this new grind-house job would drive me mad. HA! Exactly the opposite...by the end of the shift, I feel about as stupid as the latest Bush administration, yet too tired to fight another war: I've got too many obtuse explosions igniting in my head and I miss my long hair...
... but this weekend, I'm looking forward to the refresher: seeing my good friend B...to celebrate me mum's b-day and to drive back home to my hermit- condo late Sunday night to drink a few suds and write a few pomes and dream about red-heads (and some brunettes), but rarely about blondes...and right about now I am truly drinking!
...recovering from the first week at the new work place...stuck on nine and a half-hour shifts...sort of fun getting to touch all of those worn bras and panties, except for the extra-plus sizes, especially when ya notice a pee stain or two as to where the crotch should neatly form a wedgie...and it's just about then that I wish I were at home drinking...
...and so, I really thought that this new grind-house job would drive me mad. HA! Exactly the opposite...by the end of the shift, I feel about as stupid as the latest Bush administration, yet too tired to fight another war: I've got too many obtuse explosions igniting in my head and I miss my long hair...
... but this weekend, I'm looking forward to the refresher: seeing my good friend B...to celebrate me mum's b-day and to drive back home to my hermit- condo late Sunday night to drink a few suds and write a few pomes and dream about red-heads (and some brunettes), but rarely about blondes...and right about now I am truly drinking!