when i was a little lex and did something bad (i.e. pinching my newborn brother til he began to wail, pushing kids out of line in preschool because i had to be first, and dropping the F-bomb whilst pulling my mother towards toys r us to get the newest my little pony), a myriad of punishment options awaited me. first came the yelling (and you thought my dad just had a beautiful telephone voice), then maybe a light spanking, followed by the punisher pointing to the stairs. as i sulked and scowled up the thirteen steps to my bedroom, i always heard the token "i hope you learned your lesson" or "take this time to think about what you've done" quietly behind me. i'm sure i would have done a lot more thinking if my parents had disconnected my television.
that being said, MAN have these last couple of days felt like a stroll down memory lane..not once..but TWICE (two, dos, deux). after waking up at 7ish o'clock, battling for the shower, and readying myself for the better part of an hour, i set out on my commute. i park my car, pay the wrinkly little foreign man behind the partition, grab a paper (crosswords = very hot this season), and scamper through the train station turnstiles for a half-hour of mbta bliss (smelly people, cellphone enthusiasts, the occasional ass in the face..score!).
"are we there yet?" you begin to whine. "no," i respond, "now shut up before i backhand you in the mouth." you begin to cry. i laugh at you and point, drawing a crowd that does the same.
a sexy little jaunt down the street and elevator ride later i am on the 22nd floor. this is where the punishment aspect ensues, because after freezing my sweet little arse off, there i stand, being told that there is "absolutely nothing" for me to do and that i can "just go home." and wouldn't you know it, i have a whole empty train to myself to think about it! guess it's time that i send around a little intraoffice memo saying that phone calls, like the daily crossword, botox, and a comfy pair of uggs, are also an "it" item. tres chic. tres buy a brain.
it wasn't a complete loss. by getting the proverbial boot on friday made it possible for me to give lis and aleesh a proper reverian welcome instead of sending them out into the city like deer caught in headlights. nothing to crazy..just a weekend of lounging in, dining out, and having pillow fights in our underoos while watching football and drinking bud light. regardless, a good time was had by all..even you male readers, as i have single-handedly given you a mental picture of one of your biggest fantasies. enjoy.
in other news, a 12 year old boy tried to talk dirty to me on the phone tonight. join me as i vomit up dinner.
..goodnight and have a pleasant tomorrow,
lex
that being said, MAN have these last couple of days felt like a stroll down memory lane..not once..but TWICE (two, dos, deux). after waking up at 7ish o'clock, battling for the shower, and readying myself for the better part of an hour, i set out on my commute. i park my car, pay the wrinkly little foreign man behind the partition, grab a paper (crosswords = very hot this season), and scamper through the train station turnstiles for a half-hour of mbta bliss (smelly people, cellphone enthusiasts, the occasional ass in the face..score!).
"are we there yet?" you begin to whine. "no," i respond, "now shut up before i backhand you in the mouth." you begin to cry. i laugh at you and point, drawing a crowd that does the same.
a sexy little jaunt down the street and elevator ride later i am on the 22nd floor. this is where the punishment aspect ensues, because after freezing my sweet little arse off, there i stand, being told that there is "absolutely nothing" for me to do and that i can "just go home." and wouldn't you know it, i have a whole empty train to myself to think about it! guess it's time that i send around a little intraoffice memo saying that phone calls, like the daily crossword, botox, and a comfy pair of uggs, are also an "it" item. tres chic. tres buy a brain.
it wasn't a complete loss. by getting the proverbial boot on friday made it possible for me to give lis and aleesh a proper reverian welcome instead of sending them out into the city like deer caught in headlights. nothing to crazy..just a weekend of lounging in, dining out, and having pillow fights in our underoos while watching football and drinking bud light. regardless, a good time was had by all..even you male readers, as i have single-handedly given you a mental picture of one of your biggest fantasies. enjoy.
in other news, a 12 year old boy tried to talk dirty to me on the phone tonight. join me as i vomit up dinner.
..goodnight and have a pleasant tomorrow,
lex