Lawns

It's strange. Mowing the lawn used to be one of my favorite chores, but now I put it off and put it off. I just finally did it today, after a good month of not mowing. Of course, it hadn't rained for most of that time, so it didn't matter.

But to return to my point, as I was mowing the lawn just now, I realized one possible reason for the change of mind. Used to be that mowing was one of the few times I had to be alone with my thoughts. Nowadays, I get a lot of time alone with my thoughts, and mowing isn't special anymore.

Archon, Friday night

I wore a little black T-shirt labeled "WICKED" in red glitter with a tiny silhouette of a witch, tight black pleather pants, and four-inch heeled boots.

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T-shirt vendor, on reading my shirt: "Is that truth in advertising?"

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Boss (nickname) was admiring my ass. Jen announces "she's mine!" whereupon he whispers in her ear for a long time. She says, "She can choose who she wants to play with."

He whispers to me: "I told her I'd eat her until she couldn't think straight for five minutes with you to do the same," and walks away.

I say to his departing back, "I think we have that taken care of for ourselves."

And for the record, as I told her at the time, he does absolutely nothing for me. I wonder if anyone ever takes him up on his exceedingly blunt offers.

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Brad, watching me and Diana tickle Jen: "That's why we come to Archon: hot girl-on-girl action."

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Jen, to the Klingon party bartender: "What are you serving?"

Said bartender: "Adults."

Me: "Well, put one up here on the counter and we'll take it."