I'm too noisy
Today work was truly hideous. People in sales kept telling me I was a saint for helping out the CA office, and people there kept telling me how much they appreciated it...it didn't stop me from saying "I quit!" 5 times before 10am. Joan kept saying, "Hey! No quitting allowed!" It might have been a bad idea to put me near her. She is going to hear me cursing and I don't think its something the Exec should hear. I think she felt bad, since she is the one who 'volunteered me', so she brought me the 'I love my job' needlepoint sign for my desk today.
At the end of the day I was beat and wound-up at the same time. I wanted to go for a walk, but two cop-cars were cruising the area, and I was concernd they were looking for someone on foot, and I didn't relish meeting him or her in the woods on my way to the river. So I stayed in and listened to music and read. And then Melissa Ferrick's song Drive came up on my playlist and I decided to go to bed and masturbate. Good idea, right? The best way to relieve tension is a blinding orgasm, right? Right. But, well, I was too loud. Stephanie knocked on my door about 30 seconds after I caught my breath.
"Yes?" I asked.
"Are you finished yet?" she yelled through the door.
"Yes, I'm done."
She opened the door.
"What's wrong with me masturbating," I asked.
"I can hear you all the way in my room!"
"So?" I blushed.
"So, can't you turn the music up, or use a pillow or something?"
"I pulled the covers over my head." I told her.
"Its not enough. Its very erotic and I don't need you making me feel erotic and reminding me that we are broken up..."
Oops. I didn't realize I was so noisy. I pulled the covers over my head, I bit on the back of my hand, and I was still loud enough to be heard from across the foyer. Thats....embarassing. I guess in me, Freud's Pleasure Principle and Buddha's Second Noble Truth run strongly. Is it too strong though? That is a question to explore in another blog entry.
At the end of the day I was beat and wound-up at the same time. I wanted to go for a walk, but two cop-cars were cruising the area, and I was concernd they were looking for someone on foot, and I didn't relish meeting him or her in the woods on my way to the river. So I stayed in and listened to music and read. And then Melissa Ferrick's song Drive came up on my playlist and I decided to go to bed and masturbate. Good idea, right? The best way to relieve tension is a blinding orgasm, right? Right. But, well, I was too loud. Stephanie knocked on my door about 30 seconds after I caught my breath.
"Yes?" I asked.
"Are you finished yet?" she yelled through the door.
"Yes, I'm done."
She opened the door.
"What's wrong with me masturbating," I asked.
"I can hear you all the way in my room!"
"So?" I blushed.
"So, can't you turn the music up, or use a pillow or something?"
"I pulled the covers over my head." I told her.
"Its not enough. Its very erotic and I don't need you making me feel erotic and reminding me that we are broken up..."
Oops. I didn't realize I was so noisy. I pulled the covers over my head, I bit on the back of my hand, and I was still loud enough to be heard from across the foyer. Thats....embarassing. I guess in me, Freud's Pleasure Principle and Buddha's Second Noble Truth run strongly. Is it too strong though? That is a question to explore in another blog entry.
posted by KR | 2/17/2005 10:02:00 PM
1 Comments:
From my post, Dec.4, 2004:
"Remember what happened to Dr. Jocelyn Elder, President Clinton's Surgeon General? She was guilty of breaking a taboo---publicly stating that masturbation "is something that is part of human sexuality and it is part of something that perhaps should be taught." Medical opinion is quite clear about the beneficial effects of masturbation. But the puritans were up in arms. Poor Dr. Elder didn't know what hit her. Bill Clinton cravenly accepted her resignation."
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