The maternal figure that belongs to you.

Funny story. You know those people who have office jobs in a cubicle doing data entry or boring accounting work? Those people that nobody want to be like because work and somehow lives are uninteresting? I always wanted to be one of them.

I liked the idea of having steady hours, a steady paycheck (which I actually have now anyways) a car, a house and a nice vacation every year. Talking about it here still really appeals to me.

Is it weird that I have an odd desire for mediocrity?

Well your mom doesn't think so. She said so when she rolled over to turn the alarm off this morning.

Work hasn't so bad, but I can't wait until I get my own uniforms. It's a pain to keep scrounging every single day.

Plus sometimes the pants find are too small and I cant get my fly zipper up all the way. It's incrediably distracting because I walk around all day smelling your Mom's toothpaste.

Now Oral-B for sensitive teeth makes me really horny. Can't have that at work now can we? Unless of course I went and visited your Mom at work. The pimp and I get along really well.

Gowrsh I feel unproductive today.

That's me.

SpAmmy