How was last night?
- Thread starter trojan698
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got home from the OCUK shop and added the parts
then gamed, so all in all good
Edit : and yours?
Love it! I got my PC back in order recently. Can't beat a night in geeking it up and gaming. sort those cables out though!
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Was certainly eventful. Joined in with a drink night on twitch for a bit (by the way, watching Frosty the Snowman and drinking every time you hear the word 'snow' is an excellent drinking game), then had a... lets say interesting conversation with a friend.
Some trips are like that. Start worrying when you can't remember the days.
Didn't realise you could trip off booze
Depends on how much and what you have with it. But that is another story.
Got home from work at 3:30 ish pm, cooked some bacon and egg, ate it then fell asleep for 2 hrs, woke up and pumped iron in my freezing cold garage for an hour or so, cooked a steak with veg and devoured it, watched 2 episodes of The wire season 5 and then hit the sack. Tossed and turned all night due to still being in nightshift mode from a recent run of nights, got up at 6am, showered and then off to work again. Back on nights tomorrow night so should sleep better tonight not having to clock watch.
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In my dream he approaches me, shirt tight, defining his muscly frame. I think I gasp because he looks directly at me for the first time and I wonder if it will be like the first time, the last time.
His hair is shorter than I remember, the curls less pronounced, but the chin and the eyes - God, the eyes! - are just as I remember.
He's less than 10 feet from me and I think I might collapse. He's ... majestic.
"Take off your top," he says so I do.
"The jeans. Take the jeans off," he says so I do.
"These?" I ask, pointing at my boxers. "Should I?" I say.
"Yes, those too."
I stand there naked and expectant and when he begins to sing it's difficult to retain any semblance of control.
His hair is shorter than I remember, the curls less pronounced, but the chin and the eyes - God, the eyes! - are just as I remember.
He's less than 10 feet from me and I think I might collapse. He's ... majestic.
"Take off your top," he says so I do.
"The jeans. Take the jeans off," he says so I do.
"These?" I ask, pointing at my boxers. "Should I?" I say.
"Yes, those too."
I stand there naked and expectant and when he begins to sing it's difficult to retain any semblance of control.