Two and a half more hours...

[moominmuppet]

I'm so damn tired. It's Friday, so the phones are slow. I'm too burnt to really effectively entertain myself online (everything seems to require too much mental effort and/or clarity of thought). And I'm tethered to this desk with a headset.

Oh, thank god, a phone call.

Well, that took all of 55 seconds.

I'm hideously, hideously bored. This only happens when I'm this tired; the rest of the time I can exert the miminal energy necessary to entertain myself in any of a million ways.

I want my brain to work. I wonder if I'm too tired to be entertained by porn. I think I'll go search the Smallville archive.

Expect more grousing here if I find that it doesn't distract me.

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[calebbullen.livejournal.com]

I've got too much to do today, and apparently I'm the only one here with anything to do grrr.

wanna share the load, comrade? it's easy work just boring. You realize, I'd love to do it myself but I can't stand to see a person so troubled by boredom.

Later on, if you give me a dead rat or some marbles, I might even let you help whitewash the fence. If you really ask nicely.

[moominmuppet.livejournal.com]

Later on, if you give me a dead rat or some marbles, I might even let you help whitewash the fence. If you really ask nicely.

Pretty please? Because the result of my last attempt at entertaining myself is that I'm now exhausted and horny as hell. Not precisely an improvement, given that I'm in an office, with only my apple slices to molest. Physical labor sounds like just the ticket. Where's that fence?

[jenx.livejournal.com]

with only my apple slices to molest

Boredom breeds creativity - I'll whitewash the fence if you can show me how to molest apple slices.

[moominmuppet.livejournal.com]

It's all about the tongue. And imagining they're anything other than apple slices.

[jenx.livejournal.com]

Maybe a half apple, with the core cut out . . .

[moominmuppet.livejournal.com]

Mmmm. That's best with peaches.

Oh dear god. Now I've got an old camp song going through my head...

I like to eat, I like to eat
Apples and Bananas
Apples and Bananas

(normally it's sung through repeatedly, replacing all the vowel sounds consecutively -- "o" is
Oo Looke to oot, Oo looke to oot
ooples oond boonoonoos
ooples oond boonoonoos)


I'm now stuck on
I like to eat, I like to eat
peaches and bananas
peaches and bananas

*snort*

[moominmuppet.livejournal.com]

This is why I shouldn't be allowed to be bored. The result is apparently kinky bi food-fetishizing camp songs. That's just scary.

[calebbullen.livejournal.com]

Or just possibly, (big dramatic pause with deafening silence) Artistic Genius!

[moominmuppet.livejournal.com]

*snort* I suppose one can always hope.

[jenx.livejournal.com]

OMG, I remember that one.

Peanut, peanut butter . . . and jelly.
Peanut, peanut butter . . . and jelly.

First you take the peanuts and you smash 'em, ya smash 'em . . .

[calebbullen.livejournal.com]

Exhausted and horny but stuck in an office? Heck, that's the title of my autobiography!

If it's any consolation, just be glad women don't have an equivalent to sleep tumecence, where you get so sleepy you get an erection. Or maybe they do but I've not heard about it. Next thing you know your trying to bump it against the underside of your desk without anyone noticing and daydreaming about all your buxom co-workers. Eventually the daydream shifts into a regular dream and the next thing you know you're waking up a few minutes later in shock that you fell asleep in the first place thinking, "focus dammit! Get a hold of yourself!". The adrenaline panic lasts a little bit and then it starts over.

A friend of mine sometimes suggests just going off into the john to masturbate but I have way too slow a fuse for that.

Oh and the fence is in Hannibal missouri.

[moominmuppet.livejournal.com]

A friend of mine sometimes suggests just going off into the john to masturbate but I have way too slow a fuse for that.

I prefer at least a touch more privacy than is available in any of ours (they're high traffic). Times like this I really miss working for Kenyon. There were so many good places to hide for a bit and get myself off when I felt like it.

[calebbullen.livejournal.com]

Heh. I hate all you women and your short fuses. well, except when I'm lighting them. Then it does the ego good. Really, I'm greener than Kermit with jealousy.

I could find the space here but not the time. Sadly (sigh)... no that's not strong enough. let's try again:

"sadly", he said and then he sighed melodramatically throwing the back of his hand to his forehead, fluttered his eyelashes and began swooning like a woman in a cheap victorian penny opera.

Yes, that's much sillier.

[moominmuppet.livejournal.com]

Heh. I hate all you women and your short fuses.

Except that stopping after #1 tends to just leave me more wound up and frustrated half the time. The time expenditure is all about getting from one to done.

Tired....

[musicalchaos.livejournal.com]

Oh, and by the way, while I'm thinking about it, we're in Minneapolis as if that weren't already obvious from the previous commentary.