Since all of you are sitting on the edge of your chair to hear about it, I must tell you. According to the SuperSmart I.T. team of this fucked up company, there's a brandnew hot-sex-offering, online orgy, dating & perversion site on the net! Wanna check it out? Oh yes you do! It's crazy, so make sure your coworkers, bosses and the Po-Lice is nowhere to be seen! Stay only for a little time, though, or your door will be smacked down and you will be arrested for deviant behavior! 
The site is no other than Swatch The Club. Wait, but isn't that like a site for Swatch watch goofs? You know, exclusive Swatch watches, a look at the collections, memorable watches and all that? Well... yeah. But then again Swatch DID made this watch known as "Bunnysutra" (which I happen to have...) about bunnies "doing it" all day long. Yeah. Dirty, right? And to think it seemed so decent and all.
You know what? Fuck it. Here I am, now getting yet another visit from the boss with extra work to add to my load, nicely spiced with innocent questions such as: "And so, how's that work about the International Standards going on?", and in the mean time I.T. is having a BLAST out of prohibiting the Swatch Club site because it's a "Personal and Date" site---- wait, they actually labeled as "ADULT CONTENT". Hey! But it has kiddy watches too? Or is that pedophilia? I know, I know, hard to believe, but in here people is being paid to do that. Oh dear Hyne, how dense do you have to be? Really, the imbecility of people never ceases to amaze me.
The week is finally coming to an end and I'm more relaxed. The papers and assignments are piling up in my "IN" tray, and I'm keeping it that way. Like HELL I would fall into the chaotic pace of the rest of the office! Ha! No, no, no... I have a very limited stock of pseudo-benzodiazepines of which I won't be getting more, so I have to used it rationally.
I still have only 13 Swatches. Man, it's positively killing me. The Jinx is taking over. I just realized that one of my new watches have no ... ummm... that thing that keeps the strap down when you put it? Well, that thingie. Now, talk about JINX! I totally need No.14 before something else happens to my other watches! They are my Prrecious... I love them all, and they must be in perfect and happy conditions. Add to my Jinx, I can't find the number of Swatch, as in Switzerland. I need to call them to tell them to let me suscribe with full rights into the club. It seems that since they have no official representation nor in CR, nor in Hungary, they are not taking me into their list. (And I want that Members Only Swatch!) so, I have to do a lot of pretty please sweet talking and convincing. Talk about jinx, huh? Told you it was gonna be bad!
Oh my Hyne... I lost the sense of time and didn't realize that Jets' birthday is in 3 days! The end of the world. Totally, I tell you. Just ordered the present, which she better don't buy for herself OR ELSE. Got her the only book in her list that applied to the Prime Rate. It will be in Miami the day of her birthday and hopefully for Thursday on the counter. Of course, I fell into temptation and bought for myself a book of the sort I had promised myself never to buy again: gay porn. Why? The writing style in the 90% of the books is... well, there's none. Add to it, I was warned: NO LITERARY TALENT in this book either. It's just sex. Oh man! Like smoking cheap cigs for the kick of it. Oh well. Perhaps I should stick to buy only Paul Reidinger's books. The City Kid was remarkably good. I was going to stick to this Mr.White... Something White guy, who wrote "The Married Man" because, really, it was astonishing the portray of the characters, as well as the developing of the story, but then I heard he was nauseatingly bad in other books. Like he hit a peak with "The Married Man" and was never again able to replicate it. Sad.
There's something about gay fiction and gay literature writers that I find very upsetting: the "gay guy" most of the time is a writer. A struggling writer. A student who wished to become a writer. It's not in one, but in many, many novels and stories. Like a "Mary Sue" plague. (Mary Sue: a concept used in fanfiction to describe when the writer creates a character that represents him or her in the story. It's considered pathetic among more story-centered readers and writers.) Sure, most writers, if not all, write in some degree from personal experiences. I, for once, am unable to write without using my own emotions and reactions. Like I was explaining to my dear friend, Sandy, if I don't "feel it" I can't write it. I might not have experienced things I write about as in that they had happened to me, but as I write, I MUST feel things otherwise is a no-go. Sure, technically every story and every book is a caleidoscopic view of the writer in its different personalities and shades, BUT there's a difference between using oneself to write a story and making oneself a star.
The site is no other than Swatch The Club. Wait, but isn't that like a site for Swatch watch goofs? You know, exclusive Swatch watches, a look at the collections, memorable watches and all that? Well... yeah. But then again Swatch DID made this watch known as "Bunnysutra" (which I happen to have...) about bunnies "doing it" all day long. Yeah. Dirty, right? And to think it seemed so decent and all.You know what? Fuck it. Here I am, now getting yet another visit from the boss with extra work to add to my load, nicely spiced with innocent questions such as: "And so, how's that work about the International Standards going on?", and in the mean time I.T. is having a BLAST out of prohibiting the Swatch Club site because it's a "Personal and Date" site---- wait, they actually labeled as "ADULT CONTENT". Hey! But it has kiddy watches too? Or is that pedophilia? I know, I know, hard to believe, but in here people is being paid to do that. Oh dear Hyne, how dense do you have to be? Really, the imbecility of people never ceases to amaze me.
The week is finally coming to an end and I'm more relaxed. The papers and assignments are piling up in my "IN" tray, and I'm keeping it that way. Like HELL I would fall into the chaotic pace of the rest of the office! Ha! No, no, no... I have a very limited stock of pseudo-benzodiazepines of which I won't be getting more, so I have to used it rationally.
I still have only 13 Swatches. Man, it's positively killing me. The Jinx is taking over. I just realized that one of my new watches have no ... ummm... that thing that keeps the strap down when you put it? Well, that thingie. Now, talk about JINX! I totally need No.14 before something else happens to my other watches! They are my Prrecious... I love them all, and they must be in perfect and happy conditions. Add to my Jinx, I can't find the number of Swatch, as in Switzerland. I need to call them to tell them to let me suscribe with full rights into the club. It seems that since they have no official representation nor in CR, nor in Hungary, they are not taking me into their list. (And I want that Members Only Swatch!) so, I have to do a lot of pretty please sweet talking and convincing. Talk about jinx, huh? Told you it was gonna be bad!
Oh my Hyne... I lost the sense of time and didn't realize that Jets' birthday is in 3 days! The end of the world. Totally, I tell you. Just ordered the present, which she better don't buy for herself OR ELSE. Got her the only book in her list that applied to the Prime Rate. It will be in Miami the day of her birthday and hopefully for Thursday on the counter. Of course, I fell into temptation and bought for myself a book of the sort I had promised myself never to buy again: gay porn. Why? The writing style in the 90% of the books is... well, there's none. Add to it, I was warned: NO LITERARY TALENT in this book either. It's just sex. Oh man! Like smoking cheap cigs for the kick of it. Oh well. Perhaps I should stick to buy only Paul Reidinger's books. The City Kid was remarkably good. I was going to stick to this Mr.White... Something White guy, who wrote "The Married Man" because, really, it was astonishing the portray of the characters, as well as the developing of the story, but then I heard he was nauseatingly bad in other books. Like he hit a peak with "The Married Man" and was never again able to replicate it. Sad.
There's something about gay fiction and gay literature writers that I find very upsetting: the "gay guy" most of the time is a writer. A struggling writer. A student who wished to become a writer. It's not in one, but in many, many novels and stories. Like a "Mary Sue" plague. (Mary Sue: a concept used in fanfiction to describe when the writer creates a character that represents him or her in the story. It's considered pathetic among more story-centered readers and writers.) Sure, most writers, if not all, write in some degree from personal experiences. I, for once, am unable to write without using my own emotions and reactions. Like I was explaining to my dear friend, Sandy, if I don't "feel it" I can't write it. I might not have experienced things I write about as in that they had happened to me, but as I write, I MUST feel things otherwise is a no-go. Sure, technically every story and every book is a caleidoscopic view of the writer in its different personalities and shades, BUT there's a difference between using oneself to write a story and making oneself a star.
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