Musings, platitudes, rants and reveries of an uninhibited horny urban bear.

Saturday, March 18, 2006

Someone stole my coffee mug at work today. How ghetto is that? I went to the kitchen area, filled the kettle with water and left for a few minutes. When I got back, the kettle was still full and boiling but my mug was gone. Looks like someone needed a cold drink.

I'm still on the steroids so I probably let it bother me more than I should. But I'd grown attached to it. It was given to me when we still had our old logo and it was a very attractive mug. A new one just won't look the same. I was tempted to walk around and seize it off the offender's desk or maybe put up a sign in the kitchen with a pointed message about the intregity of bank employees who steal. But I decided to let it go. I took a deep breath and returned to my desk with an unused earl grey tea bag.

So I need a new mug. I can't decide if my new one should be something no one would ever want like something that celebrates diversity in the workplace with a queer-positive message and covered in rainbows. But no, I don't want to out myself with a coffee mug. I want a cool mug. Something with a monkey on it. I'll make that my mission tomorrow: buy the coolest mug.

Thursday, March 02, 2006

Sometimes, remembering your dreams is fun when you try to piece bits of them together the next day. Other times it’s just disturbing.

In one part of a dream I remember from last night, I was either a corpse or some kind of accident victim and at the same time I was either an undertaker or doctor. I had to assemble tattered bloody bits of me together on a table. Some parts were warm and gave me hope that if I worked fast enough, I would be able to save myself. Other parts were so cold and mangled that it was clear nothing could be done.

In the next scene, my stomach split open below my belly button and my small intestines began to fall out. I was because I had been bitten by a caterpillar. One of the black fuzzy kind. Someone (either D or my sister) squished the caterpillar with the end of a broom handle as it tried to leave. Clearly they had everyone’s safety in mind but I felt bad that the bug got squished.