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Apr. 3rd, 2001
Working with a bishi...
Apr. 3rd, 2001 08:06 pmToday I realized that one of my collleagues is a bishi! I spent all day drooling after him! *blush* But he looked gorgeous... He's very tall and slender, dark hair, green eyes and he wore this tight bottle green turtleneck pullover that clung to his body... *groans* He's really very lean, so it looked very delicate, almost elflike. He has very white skin, too. And the most elegant hands.
And then, what really killed me, he wore these pants that were very wide and at the inside seam they were only kept together by strings... *slobber*. Man, he looked drop-fucking-dead gorgeous. Usually I only have this reaction with women, really. But he was real eye candy! *smiles*
And the extra cool thing is that he's got a twin who looks just like him, just a bit more wild. He has longer, more untamed hair and usually has a five o' clock shadow. What a pair. I know when I met his twin for the first time I almost died of a heart attack! o_O I thought "What the hell??? I was just working with him on the 'puter!!!" and then his brother smiled at me and extended a hand, saying "Hello, I'm the twin." hahahah... I really can't tell those two apart. I mean, when I see them both together, it's easy, but when I meet them at the U individually, then I'm never quite sure.
Anyway, now I know that you can actually meet people who are slashable in RL! *g*
Work was exhausting today. My migraine is still killing me. My boss called my office "a booth"! Excuse me??? Okay, it's not huge, actually, it's tiny, but it's not a booth!! I've got my own door and four walls, all on my own! *pouts*
Okay, need food now.
And then, what really killed me, he wore these pants that were very wide and at the inside seam they were only kept together by strings... *slobber*. Man, he looked drop-fucking-dead gorgeous. Usually I only have this reaction with women, really. But he was real eye candy! *smiles*
And the extra cool thing is that he's got a twin who looks just like him, just a bit more wild. He has longer, more untamed hair and usually has a five o' clock shadow. What a pair. I know when I met his twin for the first time I almost died of a heart attack! o_O I thought "What the hell??? I was just working with him on the 'puter!!!" and then his brother smiled at me and extended a hand, saying "Hello, I'm the twin." hahahah... I really can't tell those two apart. I mean, when I see them both together, it's easy, but when I meet them at the U individually, then I'm never quite sure.
Anyway, now I know that you can actually meet people who are slashable in RL! *g*
Work was exhausting today. My migraine is still killing me. My boss called my office "a booth"! Excuse me??? Okay, it's not huge, actually, it's tiny, but it's not a booth!! I've got my own door and four walls, all on my own! *pouts*
Okay, need food now.
My life no longer makes sense...
Apr. 3rd, 2001 09:26 pmI can't do anything at all anymore without running risk of getting sad again. I'm so sick and tired of it. I'm just watching an episode of my favorite TV show and it gets me so sad although it's nothing depressing at all. I'm tired of it all. I just want it to end...
Feeling apocalyptical again...
Apr. 3rd, 2001 09:58 pmWhat to do? Destroy something, someone, myself?
You will never understand the emptiness inside of me. No knife cuts deep enough to cause the secret pain... When there is no craving for pain, what is left then, I ask you? When you can't hurt, what can you do then? What happens to a body that stopped feeling, that's too small for the mind trapped inside of it. Skin, that's too tight. Eyes that burn into it, scorch it and destroy the sanctity of your loneliness...
What then? What then?
I will translate the new Rammstein songs now. Maybe this helps.
Good bye to all that.
You will never understand the emptiness inside of me. No knife cuts deep enough to cause the secret pain... When there is no craving for pain, what is left then, I ask you? When you can't hurt, what can you do then? What happens to a body that stopped feeling, that's too small for the mind trapped inside of it. Skin, that's too tight. Eyes that burn into it, scorch it and destroy the sanctity of your loneliness...
What then? What then?
I will translate the new Rammstein songs now. Maybe this helps.
Good bye to all that.
