Laura Boo (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} peekaboo) wrote,@ 2008-07-08 16:12:00 |
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i kissed a girl and i liked it
My work desk is in the livingroom in which there is also a large skylight. There's a certain time of day when the light concentrates like a beam and travels across the room like a hot iron. First it hits me across my back then shoulders then head, arms, hands and, annoyingly, my computer screen. Usually I am so driven forward by deadlines that I throw a shawl across my shoulders to keep them from burning and push forward thru the sweat in order to just get things done.
Today was a delicious day because, instead of roasting like a piece of worker meat in front of my screen, I had enough deadline leeway to retreat to my bedroom. I put the oscillating fan on high, put the needle down on AC/DC's classic "Back In Black" and rolled around in my bed reading a zine with the fan's breeze tickling my toes and sneaking up my skirt. Eventually I'd listened to both sides of the album and read some passages that made me nostalgic for places i haven't even left yet and then I slowly slipped into a light, summer nap, listening to people talking on the street below my open window. I woke up and I was holding my own hand, one arm twisted around the other.
Definitely much better than a 9 to 5 at an office downtown.
oh, and the other major perk of working from home: substituting coffee breaks with masturbation breaks.
Read it if you can:
JournalSong #6
My work desk is in the livingroom in which there is also a large skylight. There's a certain time of day when the light concentrates like a beam and travels across the room like a hot iron. First it hits me across my back then shoulders then head, arms, hands and, annoyingly, my computer screen. Usually I am so driven forward by deadlines that I throw a shawl across my shoulders to keep them from burning and push forward thru the sweat in order to just get things done.
Today was a delicious day because, instead of roasting like a piece of worker meat in front of my screen, I had enough deadline leeway to retreat to my bedroom. I put the oscillating fan on high, put the needle down on AC/DC's classic "Back In Black" and rolled around in my bed reading a zine with the fan's breeze tickling my toes and sneaking up my skirt. Eventually I'd listened to both sides of the album and read some passages that made me nostalgic for places i haven't even left yet and then I slowly slipped into a light, summer nap, listening to people talking on the street below my open window. I woke up and I was holding my own hand, one arm twisted around the other.
Definitely much better than a 9 to 5 at an office downtown.
oh, and the other major perk of working from home: substituting coffee breaks with masturbation breaks.
Read it if you can:
JournalSong #6
