It's the thought that counts

I love when folks offer me milk chocolate (a.k.a. sweet death to my stomach). I've learned to accept it gracefully and then regift it to folks, since I can't eat it.

Seems last night was booty call night in Mt. Pleasant. urban_bohemian was also out and about, though later than I. ;)

I'm getting hammered with stupid stuff at work. "Nothing has changed, legally, but we need your concurrence to change this memo to up the maximum price on business cards." Oy. That one, at least, took all of thirty seconds for me to sign and send to Da Boss, including walking it back across the hall. But there are all these "you've gotta review this for me because I'm taking the rest of December off because I didn't plan my leave well during the year" type projects that are cropping up. I look forward to the lot of them going on vacation so I can get back to my normal, slow schedule. Don't like being rushed, I prefer to take my time on things.

Swam this morning, but cut it short at 20 minutes instead of the usual 25-30. Still need a touch more sleep, though I did sleep really, really well yesterday. Wonder why... *evil grin*

Choiceless desert

Well, they still have yet to bring back the mexican food station in the cafeteria at work, so I've resigned myself to *shudder* salad for the near future. Unless I really want the grease of their veggie burgers, or they make a decent soup that day.

Writing on the Palm

I'm trying to write up last night's encounter for my other journal and I keep having to take breaks so I can, er, come back down.

I'm so glad I have an office door.

Undies

I know a shocking amount about what underwear is preferred by male attorneys in my office.

This would be primarily because almost every single one of them drops their pants all the way to the ankles when they sit on the toilet, thus exposing their tighty-whiteys or plaid boxers for the world to see as you walk into the restroom (but only once you're inside - you can't see them from the hall).

Overall, boxers seem to be the primary choice, which makes sense for their age and mode of dress (slacks). There are a few who favor (cheap) tighty-whiteys, but they're definitely in the minority. Colors on the boxers seem to run to the cool side of the spectrum, if a single color, or to plaids. Not a one of them wears anything fun (i.e., funky colors on the boxers, or thongs), which is mildly disappointing. You'd think at least one of them would have a wild streak.

Sex writing (as promised earlier)

About Last Night...

(Not Work Safe?)