Thirsty Thursday

I woke up this morning with the sun shining on my sun kissed skin and thought oh god another day of this stupid office job, i wonder why even bother, I could hear my surf board calling my name.

So instead of listening to the calling of my board i crawled out of bed and lit my first smoke of the day..i thought i should really give these nasty things up but it's the only thing that is mine it seems.

And my roommate well she's another story, her and a different man everynight.. you think i would have learned by now not to have a roommate..but sometimes when there coming and going at all hours of the night listening to them in the next room i slowly reach down my panties and touch my self while listening to my roommate and her many men go at it throughout the night. I say it helps me sleep at night. And it seems to be a nightly things these past few weeks.

I'v often thought about walking into the next room and joining in, or maybe it's only in my dreams.

Now im off to my cubicle again to this miserable job. Good thing there is only 8 hrs to go until i can be free of this ball and chain until tomorrow comes.

Wednesday Weiners

As i walked into the office this morning and it was still dark with coffee in hand. I wonder why i come back to this place each and everyday.

The people here are of alien decent it seems or possibly of the crazy decent. Drama should be the name of the company, because it seems that's is all it will ever be.
As i sit at my cubicle and read the e-mails from the night before and the bullshit people of my co-workers.

God i hate this place...why bother i should just quit my job and become a bum or go back to surfing full time and travelling city to city and sleep on beachs and soak up the rays bakini and board is all i need.
But yet i suffer and walk into this office each and everyday with a smile on my face and be the fake office girl.
God how i miss having the ocean breeze and watching the sunrise with beer in hand and late night beach parties and meeting new and exciting people. Whats wrong with me that i can't be this free and wild girl once again? I've adapted to being this working girl and it sucks.
Change is needed...must change....need change!

My skin itches with wanting to run and leave everything and everyone behind, should i go or stay? Bahhh
This rant has made for one hell of a morning ignoring my work to be done and thinking about beachs and blokes.

Does anyone else ever have this feeling...your mind telling you to run run run... awww how i miss listening to new friends strange and funny stories from there travels, showering on the beach eatting breakfast at small boardwalk resturants.