Sep. 28th, 2006

Watching Project Runway before bed is not a good idea, as evidenced by the dream I had last night:

I was in the apartment that Jeffrey is staying in, and I don't know if I was involved in the competition, but I know we got word that we needed to be somewhere fast, so I jumped in the shower to get ready. Jeffrey decided that we were too pressed for time to take separate showers, so as I was soaking myself under a stream of water, he opened the curtain at the opposite end, and deposited his son in a baby carrier, not saying but implying that for whatever reason it was unsafe to leave the kid out of his sight. I watched Jeffrey's son for a moment, wondering if the water from the shower would ruin the carrier, but then noticed that the spray seemed to fall just short of reaching it.

Jeffrey then emerged behind me in his clothes, and since I was suddenly sitting on the floor of the tub, I had to scoot forward, closer to the baby carrier, so he would have enough room to take off his clothes and wash up. My instinct was to cover my bare breasts, but then I realized that there was nothing sexual in our interaction, that Jeffrey was so consumed with preparing for whatever task/challenge lay ahead that he did not have time to look at me as a naked woman. And this was simultaneously comforting and disappointing.

Blech

Sep. 28th, 2006 01:50 pm
I used to have doubts about whether I would be able to refrain from eating red meat again, but after today's lunch excursion, I'm pretty confident that I won't find it appealing any time soon.

I was standing at the counter of my favorite sandwich shop, waiting for my Veganini (grilled eggplant, roasted red peppers, feta cheese, sundried tomatoes, pesto mayo, red onions, and balsalmic glaze on grilled foccacia) and my eye was drawn to an employee who was assembling a row of about 7 roast beef sandwiches. He took a package of meat from the refrigerator below his workspace, removed it from its wrapper, and peeled away the first slice. This in itself was not offensive, but in watching him do this I noticed that there was a stream of juice flowing from the beef, and in the dim light it looked like blood gushing from his wrist.

It's been a while since I've had such a disgusting reminder of why I try to keep a vegtarian diet, and I think I'll keep it in mind the next time I'm craving a cheesburger.


Act 2, Scene 1
An attractive young woman, the INTERN, sits at her desk. ROSS and MACGRUDER, two sales associates, stand near the water cooler.

MACGRUDER: Whoa! Get a load of the new intern! I'd like to file my proposal in her drawers.

ROSS: Easy there, MacGruder, you'll get us fired. [aside] I agree.

Exeunt.
The Intern
Deliberate Gentle Sex Dreamer (DGSDf)

Capable. Trustworthy. Carnal. The Intern.

From our experience, Interns are nice girls who would really, really like us to come on to them. They, like you, must be looking for sex, preferably from someone good-looking and successful. So... what are you doing later? Oh, okay, cool. Well, maybe next time? Okay, okay, jeez.

Your exact opposite:
The Sudden Departure

Random Brutal Love Master
The thing is, you're a little bit quiet, so men think you're waiting for them to start things. You do like sex a lot, they're right about that, but few of them realize you're a genuinely thoughful person.

You're choosy, not wanting to get mixed up with just anyone. Girls can get away with this kind of selectiveness for some reason. Most guys have to take whatever's lying around, passed out.

You're not necessarily looking for a steady relationship right now; that's cool. Be careful to avoid people trying to tie you down to anything other than bedposts.

ALWAYS AVOID: The False Messiah, The Vapor Trail

CONSIDER: The Bachelor


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