Character assassination...
So I know ahead of time that it's going to be a long weekend with very little opportunity to sleep.
What do I do to prepare? Do I go to bed early, like a proactive, forward-thinking go-getter? Nah.
Do I eat well, so that I have the proper nutrients to fuel my body in the rigorous undertaking? Try again.
Perhaps I at the very least stock up on ephedrine, Jolt cola, Pixy Stix, and espresso? Maybe next time.
I'm up chatting with my dear old friend Ames, whom I've known now for...let's see, probably just under five years? I've told this amazonian beauty things people wouldn't tell their best friends, wartime buddies, blood brothers, dearest lovers. She knows things about me that might make the devil himself blush. OK, maybe it's not that bad, but she knows the full extent of my driving record, let's put it that way. She and I don't talk anywhere near enough, primarily because she's got no time: her current occupation involves being a high-powered attorney (I mentally picture her as an Elisabeth Rohm/Serena Southerlyn type on Law and Order, rowr!) for the state in one of the top US municipalities (she'll IM me and tell me I've screwed that up in some way or other) in the country, and despite working to keep some of the absolute dregs of society off the streets, manages to keep her composure and the jaded cynicism I've grown to love and respect. Despite the fact that she thinks I'm the biggest manwhore (man-whore?) to have walked the planet, she never judges (much) and always comes back for more abuse...she and I at the same time couldn't be more alike, yet so diametrically opposed, it's one of the most fascinating, yet utterly indescribable relationships I've ever had.
So we're talking, and before I know it, it's 2:45am, 90 minutes prior to the start of my shift...lovely. Just figured I'd give some background on her because she, along with another woman I have immense respect for, my dear friend Laura, whose background I'll give at a later date, seem to get mentioned a lot when I tell stories, for some reason.
Off to shower for work, I'm sure there will be much to relate and no time in which to relay it, this weekend...wish me luck...
This Noel Sanger song that I heard on "A State of Trance" 166 and have been subesquently playing incessantly, "Almost There" really kicks ass, but I can't seem to find it on Limewire...hrm...
What do I do to prepare? Do I go to bed early, like a proactive, forward-thinking go-getter? Nah.
Do I eat well, so that I have the proper nutrients to fuel my body in the rigorous undertaking? Try again.
Perhaps I at the very least stock up on ephedrine, Jolt cola, Pixy Stix, and espresso? Maybe next time.
I'm up chatting with my dear old friend Ames, whom I've known now for...let's see, probably just under five years? I've told this amazonian beauty things people wouldn't tell their best friends, wartime buddies, blood brothers, dearest lovers. She knows things about me that might make the devil himself blush. OK, maybe it's not that bad, but she knows the full extent of my driving record, let's put it that way. She and I don't talk anywhere near enough, primarily because she's got no time: her current occupation involves being a high-powered attorney (I mentally picture her as an Elisabeth Rohm/Serena Southerlyn type on Law and Order, rowr!) for the state in one of the top US municipalities (she'll IM me and tell me I've screwed that up in some way or other) in the country, and despite working to keep some of the absolute dregs of society off the streets, manages to keep her composure and the jaded cynicism I've grown to love and respect. Despite the fact that she thinks I'm the biggest manwhore (man-whore?) to have walked the planet, she never judges (much) and always comes back for more abuse...she and I at the same time couldn't be more alike, yet so diametrically opposed, it's one of the most fascinating, yet utterly indescribable relationships I've ever had.
So we're talking, and before I know it, it's 2:45am, 90 minutes prior to the start of my shift...lovely. Just figured I'd give some background on her because she, along with another woman I have immense respect for, my dear friend Laura, whose background I'll give at a later date, seem to get mentioned a lot when I tell stories, for some reason.
Off to shower for work, I'm sure there will be much to relate and no time in which to relay it, this weekend...wish me luck...
This Noel Sanger song that I heard on "A State of Trance" 166 and have been subesquently playing incessantly, "Almost There" really kicks ass, but I can't seem to find it on Limewire...hrm...
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