Sneezer Dwarf

Sneezing.
I usually like hearing other ppl sneeze. People have some funny sneezes, you know the girly cute ones...or the ppl who plug their noses (sounds like a death wish to me but it works for some folk)...it is funny to watch ppl sneeze as well...I can be fairly dramatic in my sneezing (shocking, I know)...then there are the gross sneezers. I sit near a gross sneezer...he sneezes daily and when he sneezes I can tell from the volume and splatter noises that his shit is going EVERYWHERE every time. Like, I am surprised he doesn’t need windshield wipers on his monitor to be able to see.

I had a talk with myself this morning on the way to work...ensuring that today was not a repeat of yesterday. I have a severely BAD attitude yesterday about work and was stricken by the deathblow thought that if I stayed in that mindset it was going to be a hellish 3 months here. I managed to talk myself out of being a negative asshole anyway and hate it here far less. Chalk it up to a bad day I guess.

Coral is gone to Vegas to get married to her radio DJ superstar fiancé Jeremy Baker... I am looking fwd to watching their wedding take place online Sunday morning...I like the idea of watching weddings without have to attend them dressed up and dorky, feeling socially retarded and awkward. I should start sending thank you cards to ppl I know who get married and don’t invite me. Ha! That would be funny as shit.

Tomorrow is Friday then 4 glorious days off...got a lot on the go for the weekend...doing lots of friend visiting, walking of course, going to see WHIP IT (roller derby goodness) on Saturday with the girls, shop for Sunday grub, Sunday is turkey lurkey day, visiting Cassie & Chad on Monday...then a plethora of household chores and such added in for good measure...oh and some more bed lounging as I am in love with my bed and its massive largeness...I would marry it if I could.


Things I will never be caught doing:

*be recorded on a camera phone at a bar, wearing a thong, riding a mechanical bull.
The End

I think I am gunna go to Donna’s tonight pre-walk and watch her make meatballs. I look fwd to her commentary as she is touching disgusting ground beef, it getting under her nails...barf.

Today 2 of my least favourite ppl that work here were having a confrontation about some work thing and I have to say I was enjoying the thought of it getting heated and was daydreaming about a full on middle aged crusty lady fist fight...or at the very least a screaming match...sadly, it did not progress into such an event so I have to carry on with my work, disappointed.

I have recently learned a new word FROTTAGE.
frot⋅tage [fraw-tahzh] - the practice of getting sexual stimulation and satisfaction by rubbing against something, esp. another person.

It reminds me of the French word for cheese when I say it...FROMMAGE only it’s different hahaha
I cannot tell you how many times this has happened to me...knowingly and willing and otherwise. I also cannot tell you how many times I wished this happened to me more. Apparently this is a common practice for certain types of people...concerts, subways, crowds of any sort...a network of frottagers!! Where can I meet these people!? Ok I just creeped myself out b/c you know 99% of these people are not going to look like Henry Rollins or Johnny Depp...dammitalltohell.