The Christmas tree in the lobby of Jerome’s building?—looks like somebody new takes a gab at throwing up on it every night. It seems like every night I’ve come in late from work does the layer of tinsel get thicker and the ornaments get more obscure. Chords are everywhere, there’s this thick black electrical wire lagging from the ceiling to the tip of tree, I assume to keep it lit. The tree looks like it was decorated at gunpoint. Pitiful. And of course I still know about this eyesore of a tree because of course I’m still here ( I haven't been kicked out yet).
Mister WomiE-Baby and I are off today, and whereas we decided to spend this time together we didn’t anticipate on WomiE getting sick. I dubbed him the name Mister Baby because of how grouchy he gets when he's sick. There was gonna be sex last night. Today. Tomorrow. Plenty of sex. Sex, in an over abundance of. But now, because he's sick, HE’S gonna spend time on his side of the room as I’m gonna spend time on mine and the only time will we come together is when I decide to “cream” him so that he may drift off to sleep. He complained all last night on how all he wanted to do this morning was sleep, we bought NyQuil, we bought Theraflu, but what better a sleeping pill is there than being masturbated absolutely empty. So we dried each other out…
Not my idea of the type of night I wanted to have, But it was better than drinking the entire bottle of NyQuil. RomiE was out like a light.
Work last night was rather funky. We got two new temps last week, both women. The latest is four foot, eleven, wears her hair in an up-do, Stephanie Mills look-alike. Well, during her first couple of days, whereas I thought I didn’t like her, primarily because I thought she was too loud and too ghetto and she seemed perturbed by my very homo-electric personality at work—I spoke with her yesterday and though she’s still a little too urban she does have a sense of humor, so I can appreciate her a little more. The other lady feels like she’s been there forever; talks to everybody, laughs with everybody—just like family. But little miss Stephanie is slowly working her way up the ladder.
Work was funky because Yolanda is on vacation for the next two weeks. Yolanda is the lady I ride home with every night after work, either she drives or when her car isn’t available RomiE picks us up in my fathers truck and takes us both home. But she’s gone for two whole weeks, two entire weeks!!— and I’m already beginning to miss my ride-home buddy. Alas… Me, Yolanda, and Tinesha, one of the leads at work, were suppose to have dinner tonight at Cracker Barrel, in commemoration of us all being off, but then someone decided to move the Holiday Party to Thursday/tonight and so Tinesha decided to ditch us and switched out her day off to Friday! PunK! So Cracker Barrel is cancelled unless Yolanda wants to go without her.
Did I mention I hung out with my D-man yesterday and he drove me downtown where I walked and shopped more than my shoes and wallet cared toexercise??? Well I’ll get into that another time. WomiE’s up now, dragging his little sick self around the house. Maybe I could go put my mouth on ‘em.. Maybe he’ll go back to sleep…
Mister WomiE-Baby and I are off today, and whereas we decided to spend this time together we didn’t anticipate on WomiE getting sick. I dubbed him the name Mister Baby because of how grouchy he gets when he's sick. There was gonna be sex last night. Today. Tomorrow. Plenty of sex. Sex, in an over abundance of. But now, because he's sick, HE’S gonna spend time on his side of the room as I’m gonna spend time on mine and the only time will we come together is when I decide to “cream” him so that he may drift off to sleep. He complained all last night on how all he wanted to do this morning was sleep, we bought NyQuil, we bought Theraflu, but what better a sleeping pill is there than being masturbated absolutely empty. So we dried each other out…
Not my idea of the type of night I wanted to have, But it was better than drinking the entire bottle of NyQuil. RomiE was out like a light.
Work last night was rather funky. We got two new temps last week, both women. The latest is four foot, eleven, wears her hair in an up-do, Stephanie Mills look-alike. Well, during her first couple of days, whereas I thought I didn’t like her, primarily because I thought she was too loud and too ghetto and she seemed perturbed by my very homo-electric personality at work—I spoke with her yesterday and though she’s still a little too urban she does have a sense of humor, so I can appreciate her a little more. The other lady feels like she’s been there forever; talks to everybody, laughs with everybody—just like family. But little miss Stephanie is slowly working her way up the ladder.
Work was funky because Yolanda is on vacation for the next two weeks. Yolanda is the lady I ride home with every night after work, either she drives or when her car isn’t available RomiE picks us up in my fathers truck and takes us both home. But she’s gone for two whole weeks, two entire weeks!!— and I’m already beginning to miss my ride-home buddy. Alas… Me, Yolanda, and Tinesha, one of the leads at work, were suppose to have dinner tonight at Cracker Barrel, in commemoration of us all being off, but then someone decided to move the Holiday Party to Thursday/tonight and so Tinesha decided to ditch us and switched out her day off to Friday! PunK! So Cracker Barrel is cancelled unless Yolanda wants to go without her.
Did I mention I hung out with my D-man yesterday and he drove me downtown where I walked and shopped more than my shoes and wallet cared toexercise??? Well I’ll get into that another time. WomiE’s up now, dragging his little sick self around the house. Maybe I could go put my mouth on ‘em.. Maybe he’ll go back to sleep…
4 comments:
Chile, I can't take this.....
I am so going to start using this phrase... "I decide to “cream” him"!
TMI
Was that really too much info Captain? Don't we still need to go to Jamba Juice? Maybe we should make a lunch out of it. But Yolanda and I actually ditched the idea of Cracker Barrel and crashed the Holiday Party at work. So the night was really coolbeans...just an update.
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