Sunshine... on the windows...

I think that some days have themes that I'm not told about. The game is to figure out what the theme is before the day's over. On Tuesday it was "construction workers whistling at me" day. On Wednesday it was "people from out of town asking me for directions" day. Today it seems to be "the day of mysterious gothling gatherings". When I came to work, there were six of them on the pavement directly in front of the doors to the office. When I went to lunch, there were twelve. When I came back from lunch, there were twenty. All with dyed-black hair, too much foundation, facial piercings and expensive 'alternative' clothing. All staring with the same mild surprise as I stepped over and around them on my way into the office.

Have I mentioned lately that the whole 'being a rampant slut- because I can' thing is really working for me right now (touch, uh, wood)? It's not that I'm having sex with lots of different people- it's that I could be. And that is not as frustrating as it sometimes is, because I'm having wonderful, challenging, exhausting sex with one person. Who I'm not getting monogamy-jitters around because we both could be sleeping with many other people! And I'm having dates! With lots of people! And plans! And intentions! That I will act upon! It's all rather exhilarating for my oh-so-quiet little self.