HNT-5

Happy late HNT

Giggling Freud

Had a weird dream last night. There was a digital cult upheaval, not unlike the X-Box/PS2 upheaval a few years ago, but multiplied by a factor of 100, and everybody knew what it was all about but me. It seemed to be about badly recorded videos, but not 3rd rate porn. I somehow ended up in bed with two girls I knew seperately, yet they had just met eachother. They seemed to know more abot eachother than I knew about them, just because they were both into this uber-cool sexy cult. Couldn't figure out what it was for the life of me. There wasn't any sex going on but they seemed to enjoy my not knowing a lot, and this appearently made me 'CUTE' in a bad way, so I knew I wasn't getting any from either. There were brief flashes of fur and nipples left right and center. (I know, I need help) The strangest thing was that their faces kept switching between every woman I remember feeling attracted to. Waking up with a brick-bat erection and no natural way of calming it down was a bit of a downer. HOLY FREUD, HELP MEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! STOP GIGGLING IN YOUR GRAVE AND ANALYSE ME DAMN IT!!!!!!

Freud: You need to get laid.

Positronic: Well said.

Scream

Well. I started at my new job. I am slightly puzzled about the job description, and no settlement has been made about the pay yet (?) so I'm not sure how long it'll last. The panic factor is also kicking in, for there are appearently no weekends. (one sunday off every two weeks) So now I'm feeling more
than before. Grrrrr. I was quite looking forward to this job, but I'm kind of bummed now. I'll see what happens. If there is no agreement on pay or the weekends, for I'm an MA student in need of cash and research time, I'll need to quit. I hate that word. But I love Daffy Duck. Always cheers me up.

More Quizzes (Quizzei? What's the plural on this?)

You're a Playful Kisser

Kissing is a huge game for you, a way to flirt and play You're the first one to suggest playing spin the bottle at a party Or you'll go for the wild kiss during a game of truth or dare And you're up for kissing any sexy stranger if the mood is right!

What Kind of Kisser Are You?

Your Seduction Style: Sweet Talker

Your seduction technique can be summed up with "charm" You know that if you have the chance to talk to someone... Well, you won't be talking for long! ;-) You're great at telling potential lovers what they want to hear. Partially, because you're a great reflective listener and good at complementing. The other part of your formula? Focusing your conversation completely on the other person. Your "sweet talking" ways have taken you far in romance - and in life. You can finess your way through any difficult situation, with a smile on your face. Speeding tickets, job interviews... bring it on! You truly live a *charmed life*

What Kind of Seducer Are You?

I love to procrastinate.

Thanks tj.

HNT-4

such a tease

Foot-deep in Water & Other Trivia

Foot-deep in Water
When it rains in Cyprus, the established mode in my household is to hate architects. The insufficient drainage system in the balcony floods the first floor. I watch all the screaming and shouting with amusement. I like water. I like things floating on water, even if (or especially) they happen to be things not designed to do so. That made up for an exciting Sunday evening.
The Virtues of Squinting
I have been lusting after the same woman for so long. It was an almost religious belief of mine that she was the finest woman alive. The thing is, now that she has a serious(ish) BF, I have been looking around, and due to my quasi-religious belief, I had to squint a bit to see the finer details of other women, and I am amazed to see that there are a lot of fine details out there. The idea is that if you close yourself off like I did you will never see those lush details. I've been such an idiot. I suppose I have to thank B's new BF for unwittingly making me squint.
A New Job, A New Beginning?
Cross your fingers. I may finally be pulling out of the murky and foggy badlands of the freelancer. There is a job opportunity ahaed. The deal is that I kind of have to rent my soul for money for a while. It's not an office job. I will be on site supervising construction and finding out how people actualise all those lines I've been drawing. The money will hopefully be enough to get a new set of wheels (nothing fancy) and, on long term, a flat. (nothing fancy, but it will be unfashionably bohemian) So all who care to, wish me luck.

Nth Rant

So. One more night with mates, and the mate I fancy (B) and her new BF. The resolution I arrived at after a bit of contemplation was that I was a twentysomething civilised sort of guy and damn me if I wasn't to managae being happy for my friend. The opportunity to test the resolution offers itself in the form of the opening of a new smoke hole. Smoke hole, we found out, is a new rock bar where some idiots who claim to want to improve people's appreciation of the music play the same songs they have been playing since the time so many years ago someone told me they were playing and I exclaimed in disgust 'They're playing?!?!?'. Let's bash the decor. Dr. Who meets Star Trek on a budget the BBC producers of the sixties would have laughed at. So we sit down after I get my first drink, which is a Tequila Sunrise. (My view is that if you want to get somewhere on a budget, you have to go with tequila, and I wanted to get to that mid-twenties civilised man who is happy for his friend, via not giving a dingo's kidneys, pronto) The sun in this particular tequila doesn't rise. It's a uniform pinkish orange. I wasn't the best bartender around back in uni but I could make the damn things rise or set depending on the order. 5 minutes in, the tall tumbler is empty. I look at B snogging BF and the not giving a dingo's kidney gene is slightly kicking in. I go to the bar to negotiate the surrender of the rest of their tequila stock, to find out that they're out.

"What do you mean you're out. It's 11 pm"(translating)

Bartender shrugs. I ask for a campari-soda (boring yet strong) and sit back with it. The place is full of Daleks and Klingons by now so I feel more comfortable among my brethren. This is what went wrong. Due to the circumstancial lack of tequila my attack on brain cells could not commence as planned. Tequila went in fisting the gates, but it had no back-up. The campari was finished in no time but it doesn't exactly arrive at the same spot. The air squadron have messed up the coordinates and the campari has been parachuted in the forest somewhere. Moving on to vodka shots. Those too fail too aid the tequila. My head is spinning but the not giving a dingo's kidneys gene is still barely active. I look accross at B who is miraculously free of the grasp of the 18-tentacled lobster-monster who is now her BF, and she is looking at me bemused. I give her a smile and shout (not loud enough) 'get a friggin room, I'll pay for it'. 'What?' she does not hear. I shout 'Want an orange-bloom? I'll pay for it.'. 'Yes please' Fuck. Now I have to teach the imbecilius bartender how to make an orange bloom. I get up and realise that the words I'm looking for are 'Fuck a duck'. The back-up vodka and campari have hit my balance. NOT THERE YOU STUPID FUCKS, GET TO THE GATES. TEQUILA IS WAITING. Yet cash is draining. So I decide to aid the two lost footsoldiers by a simple plan. BEER. That should get the SOBs where they should be. And it does. The gate is shattered. Troy is on fire, and I don't give a dingos kidneys.

HNT-3

Happy Half-Nekkid-Thursday

Choice of Demise (Appearently :-)

Your death will be suicide....Most likely because
people won't except you or love you or because
you hate life itself...You have constent
thoughts of suicide daily....and you plan when
you will. Someday it will happen....You most
likely die alone in your house...with nothing
but dark music playing. You'll probably write a
sucide note and die right by your bed side....


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