Check up complete.
So I called UC on my lunch to see how he was doing. He didn't answer so I left him a message, completely proud of myself for (a) actually calling him and not bitching out and (b) not getting all defensive and paranoid because he didn't answer the phone. I have tendencies to overplay all kinds of shit, and draw conclusions strictly based upon my own insecurities.
Anyway, I come back inside, pleased as punch with my oh-so-obvious mental progress. I get a phone call from the guy I used to fuck at my old job. He grosses me out now. That was just an experiment, and I'll be damned if it didn't backfire on me. Nigga caught serious feelings and I had to cut him loose. I don't want to fuck him anymore, I tried to tell him I was going back to church so no more casual sex, and that was way before I even quit the other job and came to work here. The sucka is persistent if nothing else. I shouldn't have put it on him so tough. I ignored the call and started on my paperwork.
I barely logged back onto the server and who calls me but UC. We ended up talking for half and hour, me knowing full well I'm supposed to be working by now. He sounded a little stuffy, but he still sounded good as fuck. Now as if I don't have enough problems not thinking of the ex, here this goes. I don't know whats wrong with me. But I damn sure don't like feeling all slutty and shit. All I could think about was sitting on his face. I know what it is... it's his damn voice. We weren't even talking about anything remotely sexy. I mean, ain't shit sexy about an oil change. He was telling me about the homeless dude that only got a plaque as a reward from the bureau for finding a bomb and diverting a catastrophe. See? Nothing sexy in that. But I am all too hot and bothered now. I could really just ride the shit outta those lips... omg. I don't care what other heffas he's used to, them bitches ain't got shit on me in the sex department. And I know this. I did good though. He has no idea about what was going through my mind. As far as he knows, it was just a "comfortable" conversation, "like on AIM but with voices included". Ooh, if he only knew. I'm sitting here keeping my voice steady playing out all kinds of wicked shit in my mind with him as the star. This is so serious I can feel it in my toes, lol. My whole body is reacting to the thoughts of that lil sexy mufucka.
Dammit. Lemme get to work. It'll be 3 pm before I know it.
Anyway, I come back inside, pleased as punch with my oh-so-obvious mental progress. I get a phone call from the guy I used to fuck at my old job. He grosses me out now. That was just an experiment, and I'll be damned if it didn't backfire on me. Nigga caught serious feelings and I had to cut him loose. I don't want to fuck him anymore, I tried to tell him I was going back to church so no more casual sex, and that was way before I even quit the other job and came to work here. The sucka is persistent if nothing else. I shouldn't have put it on him so tough. I ignored the call and started on my paperwork.
I barely logged back onto the server and who calls me but UC. We ended up talking for half and hour, me knowing full well I'm supposed to be working by now. He sounded a little stuffy, but he still sounded good as fuck. Now as if I don't have enough problems not thinking of the ex, here this goes. I don't know whats wrong with me. But I damn sure don't like feeling all slutty and shit. All I could think about was sitting on his face. I know what it is... it's his damn voice. We weren't even talking about anything remotely sexy. I mean, ain't shit sexy about an oil change. He was telling me about the homeless dude that only got a plaque as a reward from the bureau for finding a bomb and diverting a catastrophe. See? Nothing sexy in that. But I am all too hot and bothered now. I could really just ride the shit outta those lips... omg. I don't care what other heffas he's used to, them bitches ain't got shit on me in the sex department. And I know this. I did good though. He has no idea about what was going through my mind. As far as he knows, it was just a "comfortable" conversation, "like on AIM but with voices included". Ooh, if he only knew. I'm sitting here keeping my voice steady playing out all kinds of wicked shit in my mind with him as the star. This is so serious I can feel it in my toes, lol. My whole body is reacting to the thoughts of that lil sexy mufucka.
Dammit. Lemme get to work. It'll be 3 pm before I know it.
posted by ~~~. at 12/29/2004 02:00:00 PM
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