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@ 2008-10-22 – 10:31:42
So I am returning to my desk, and I pass a young woman in a very nice LBD, she has dark hair and is very pretty and as we pass our eyes meet briefly.
“She is niiiiiiice” thinks me. Her thoughts are a mystery. Basically because she is female and I am male so it’s all beyond me.
I turn around the end of the row of desks that mine is in and am now heading in the same direction as said nice young lady and she turns to go past the row.
My nose itches and sends a message to my right hand that says “Oi! Scratch me!”
My right hand says “OK”, and heads up to do said scratching.
Pretty young lady in LBD turns her head slightly and looks at me as she passes.
This, for some reason causes the index finger of my right hand, bound for delivering a quick little scratch to the bridge of my nose, to – for some bizarre reason – go into my right nostril.
Pure fucking class.
She will be mine by lunchtime.
@ 2008-10-22 – 09:34:09
My steaming great heap of a computer is finally up to operational speed.
I have a compilation CD from Classic Rock magazine loaded into the disk drive and my headphones plugged in.
The mahoosive file of data I have to check is open and taunting me with its total lack of doing anything like get smaller.
The finance programme is chugging away.
And the coffee is steaming away in the mug next to said pc.
Meh.
Better get on with it then.
Who said modern life is rubbish?
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