You tell yourself you're not going to doze off, not this time. You will be strong and not succumb to this paralyzing goodness, not this time. Before you stands a naked woman with the head of an ex-girlfriend yet the body belongs to someone else. You are not sure why but you can tell it isn't her body. Maybe it is the stitches running around her neck like so many lazy train tracks. Interesting concept gone. Interest is lost as quickly as gained and you turn to look at your monitor. There she is again only she is no longer in front of your cubicle so you guess shes not really there again anyways. She has somehow moved into your little pc. How cute. Now how will you get anything done with this ever annoying girl staring like a flounder the whole time? You cant explain this to nosey passerbys. They will most assuredly think Porn right away... the drawbacks to being the only man in the office. Looks like while you were concentrating on wandering estrogen filled eyes the girl left your pc. That is refreshing. Now you kind of miss her but not enough to say it out loud. Heavens no. The concept is beginning to stir in your head. This is not a comfortable thought is it? Everything seemed so naturally boring until Mr. Subconscious kicked you in the face. You open your eyes and your desk is covered in drool. Sleep took you again and only for 6 minutes that you can recall.
Sept 27th, 2006
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