clubsandwichsex morningnoonight

my day was clubsandwiched with sexx today. first with a wonderful dream from which i woke that involved certain people from my past, and from my present – details not required in this post for i will see some of you readers eventually – and made for a good start to the day.

then, the second slice came around two o’clock, after a brisk walk out in the elements with thoughts of morning dreams put a bounce in my step… but when i got back to my desk, my normally black computer screen with log-in window were replaced with pop-up after pop-up of lovely [read cockiller] lady porn…and not just girls in bikinis. these were membershipandpasswordwebsite worthy pics flashingly splashed across my computer screen. great. working were i work, i could sooner kill a man and not be fired then to have porn on my computer.

wunderbares nachmittags. i the whole tell-the-high-ups and clear my name, then had the tech guys destroy the spyware, viruses, junk, et cetera. he was funny at least. and appreciated my jokes about how i would be the one with straight pics on my screen. my life is l’ironie vivante.

after this amazing paranoid afternoon of half-worrying that I’d be out of a job and yet again destitute, i left that greyplace and met up with friends for drinks. well.de.serv.ed drinks. they were late, leaving me to stand around looking like that guy who stands around bars…whatever, I know what I mean by that…until they showed up. It’s always fun to see how the servers approach us and hesitate to speak or to gesture (we weren’t doing the spoken communication thing). anyway, only a hour stint there, i raced across town to meet up with another friend…for more drinks… I was late. was called boy. laughed. and proceeded to imbibe a few more rounds of the beer. chatting and good times are always had with him, so the crappy afternoon turned into a good night.

the [popped] cherry on top of it all was that guy took me to meet up with a few other friends for a “show” – this is the last slice of the sexxxclubsandwichnight. live on stage were …let’s say performance artists…enjoying their act. enjoying it muchly. oh, the city i live in. i can’t remember a time when seeing two dudes do it on stage did phase me… equally entertaining was watching the people watch the show. la condition humaine: human nature at its most primal.

s morning
e noon
x night

overall, a great start…crappy middle…and good times end to my day.

hic extraneus sum