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contours provocations
journal - 2001-0421 - sat 2130 A Friday Encounter; A Shrimp Ball; Perverted 12-year-old I was desirous of making an entry last night, but mine wee body was so tired that my thinking was muddled. As is oft the situation, I'd delayed doing the laundry for several weeks, so at work Friday, I resolved to do it when I got home. I wound up with six washers full of stuff: comforter; sheets, towels; bedspread; jeans and shirts; more shirts; white stuff. As soon as everything was loaded, I rushed off to pick up my mail at the PO and to grab a chicken club at Wendy's. Standing in the door to leave Wendy's, I heard someone call my name. The only person around was this punk-looking woman with short pink-and-red-spiky hair. The voice sounded vaguely familiar, but this person was a stranger to me. She told me her name, and I stood there in total befuddlement. Even with the name, I could not conjure up the person. We talked, and she mentioned how she'd changed. She used to have very long brown hair which was now short and bright red. She'd lost 75 pounds. She'd had her eyes fixed, so she no longer needed glasses. I always remember her in dowdy-looking dresses, but she was wearing jeans and a shirt. BIZARRE. Several years ago, I had a similiar, but even more dramatic, meeting with someone. The person I remembered was overweight, slovenly, long blong hair, dykey, always wore jeans, very nasal voice. The person I met was none of these. She was very svelte, expensively dressed wearing heels, coiffured. Slender, dramatic face. With her prosperous-looking husband. Posh-sounding voice. And looked much, much younger. I was never able to make this image relate to the original. To have changed so much, she must have had some major cosmetic surgery. But her face was perfect, not a hint of a tuck. In fact, the change was so dramatic, I really thought some was playing an elaborate practical joke. BUT she knew events and people that only she could have known. I was glancing through the info at Mighty Big TV to see what was being said about Boot Camp and QAF. Big TV has a great area devoted to quotes from QAF. Many of which I noticed I'd missed. I expected to find funnies by Ted and Emmett. But there were also some great ones by Brian. I've got to start watching it more carefully. But nobody mentioned Jackie K and the Dior dress. ("Would you like a shrimp ball?") I was hell-bent on sleeping late this morning, which is exactly what I did. I like the concept of having a free-flowing day. Several years ago, I would have everything planned down to the minute and color coordinated. I did get up around 9 and farted around on-line. Read the newest copy of "Attitude" and examined "Freshmen." Then slipped back into bed. Around 12:30, I grudgingly got up. Eased out the door. Had lunch at one of the Japanese places. Off to the pharmacy for drug re-fills. Barnes and Nobel was next. Then Petsmart. On my rounds, no guy came up to me and grabbed my crotch. No cute boy slipped his hand down my jeans. No stud muffin pinched my butt. Not a bulge did I see. The most erotic thing I encountered was the assistant sushi chef wearing a grey tank top. I need something like the golden lasso of Wonder Woman so I can corral whatever I fancy. Instead of acting like a perverted 12-year-old with his hard dick pressed against the window pane. (My! That's certainly a striking image!) PAX!
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