I like the sound of the synths....

It is pouring rain and the cold is starting to drift through the walls. I am wearing my big comfy sweater, frayed and worn but soo comfy I could move in and live here if someone would only let me. Speaking of tents, I noticed they are on sale this weekend, thinking camping could be fun. I could go for some burnt marshmallows on a stick.. Turn to Stone plays too loudly on the stereo competing with the cartoons on the tv. In my head I am twirling and spinning to the music feeling myself ride the waves. In reality, I am trying to separate the sounds, and keep my sanity. It has rained all day, and we have been stuck inside, sans a trip to the gym and the store for more milk and shrimp. The shrimp was on sale, I couldn't resist... Another Saturday passed and somehow I survived without punching out my boss, who asked me out for breakfast, when my response was that I really don't eat breakfast, he eyed my crotch and said, "who said you would be eating??" Ohh my gawd, I mean, seriously who talks like that anyways..... My friends say, I shouldn't wear such tight pants to work, that I should keep my cleavage to a minimum.. But I think a girl should be able to flaunt it, throw it in your face and even wiggle it around without such comments. Plus, I was wearing stretch cords (ok a little tight..) and a black sweater-but hey no cleavage though thank you very much, I had that thing zipped to the top!!! ummm the heat wasn't on, I was cold. C'mon now.... I am not trying to be hot, I don't do hot... well not at work, anyways. I am climbing shelves and ladders, and lifting heavy boxes... It sucks ass, but it is a good solid workout and it pays very well for the couple hours I am there. My boss must think he gets my panties wet... I wonder if he has a clue that he makes me gag, and not in a good way. I wonder sometimes, was it always like this, or did I suddenly become super sensitive. I love the flirting game, fuck I live on the game board. But there is a line that gets crossed where it just gets kinda gross. Ohh well, I am there once a week and only see him every other Saturday. I closed my eyes today drifting in and out for a little nap, in my short lived little dream, Rick from The Young Ones laid next to me, persistently nudging me, trying to tell me something "urgent". I pushed him off of me, over and over again, til he finally tired and shuffled off. I woke to the sounds of company in the kitchen, I laid in silence hoping they would leave, that never works, they just friggin get louder. I would lay back down for a mini snooze but cute boy thoughts are plaguing me today, and I just can't be bothered with that nonsense... I have things to do... I can't figure out where the pile of white socks on the living room floor came from, and I don't really want to do the laundry. The toys dotting the floor hurt when you step on them. The rain still falls heavily outside the window. Puddles dot the sidewalk, lil waterfalls stream through the flower beds. Awww, rain can be romantic.... nawwww, blah! whatever....