Flash-B(l)ack

Good morning kids. I just had an incredibly refreshing shower. It was one of those days where the temperature was just perfect. I love those days. I usually don't notice them as much in the summer because I am generally at a comfortable temperature. In the winter you really fucking appreciate a perfectly temperatured shower. But for some reason this morning I did. Work was incredibly busy last night. It was great. I sold a lot of wine. A lot of good wine. We got in some new releases as well. Sawmill Creek came out with a 'Weekend Reserve' series. It comes in a PET bottle and a screw cap. (plastic bottle in laymens terms) It is actually fairly decent. Well the Cabernet Sauvignon is. It is the only one I have tried this far. It has a nice oaky nose to it. A prolonged finish with hints of blackberry and herbs. It surprised me. Because Sawmill Creek just generally has always put out shitty table wines or bin end wines. But looks like they are trying to appeal to people with good taste in wine now. As opposed to just the poor drunks. Maybe they will validate themselves as a true wine making company yet.

Well in my books anyway. Still hard for me to get past the screw cap though. To me, you don't drink wine without that satisfying pop of the cork before hand. It is all part of it. I would feel the same way about cigarettes that don't need to be lit. You are taking away an important proccess. I had another good phone conversation with Little Jaime again last night. The girl likes to plague me with curiosity. She is a trouble maker that one. Very appealing. I have decided on just regular brew coffee this morning. The last little while has been french vanilla this, toffee that and so on. So I just felt like a straight up dark brew. The smell intoxicated me long before it had perculated. Usually I wait until it is finished. But I didn't this time. It smelt amazing. I will have to conduct the everyday morning ceremonial marriage between my coffee and a cigarette very soon. I usually wait until my coffee is the right temperature to take steady sips while inhaling my nicotene. I have another wine and cheese convention coming soon. I am very excited. Those are two amazing things on this planet with tons of variety.

Almost endless variety. The last one I went to was right after I was hired. I got to see all the corporate fucks get pretty fucking drunk and just hung out in the lung of the Marriot Courtyard. Very fancy. I definately went in blue jeans and some shirt as equally casual. Haha. I don't let things like my choice of dress make me feel out of place. My clothing was comfortable, therefore so was I. I may dress up this time. Because I actually do really love getting in a suit. I especially love sipping fine wine in a suit. I can be classy for a day. I can bullshit the bullshitters. The corporate fucks are so dry and boring. But I am going to apste on my best smile, get on my knees and knead their cocks with my tongue like a good little sheep does. Then go home and justify it by knowing that they are going to make me manager someday. Also knowing that I am going to line their pockets well because of my rediculously good sales. I want to suggest profit sharing. But I think that may be a bit much. I hate the idea of all profits going straight to the top and none of the people doing the grunt work get a piece of the pie.

Stupid system we live in. Even cruel evil big companies like Wal-Mart do profit sharing. Not anything to really speak about though considering their profits every year. It is monstrous. A big church of deviance. Summerfolk is fast approaching and I don't know where the time has gone. I realize the summer is quickly is slipping by and I am working a very very large porrtion of it. Generally at least six days a week. But it is all a stepping stone until the next rung up. When I am manager I will get weekends off. Which is fine by me. I also don't mind working as much as I do. I don't blow as much money. If I have more time off, it is time I am spending money instead of making it. I would be 200% poorer that way. So I figure one day a week to fuck around is enough. Get fucked up. Go to a rave. Do some exstacy. You know. What all the other responsible kids are doing these days. Haha. Don't let straight kids look down on you because you like drugs once in a while. Never. Self righteousness won't get them far. Just a real tight ass. So they will never know the pleasures of getting fucked in it. I have heard it is quite good.

Apperently the equivalent to my G-spot is in their. So of course someday I will try it. I don't limit myself based on "sexual preference". Because how can I know until I have done it? You can't. I also assume sex is much more fun if you don't limit what you are willing to do. There are of course some things that are out of bounds for people that make sense. But simple shit like "no don't stick your finger in that hole" to me is mind blowingly limiting your sexual life. Get over yourself. Every part of your body is disgusting. But someone loves it anyway. Let them tongue the asshole. You will feel better about yourself I am sure. There is something very invigorating about getting rid of inhibitions and fears. You have defeated yourself. And you are your own worst enemy. Believe that. The hardest things for me to get past in life are things in my own head. How I react. What I can and can't do. My judgements. My self-righteousness. My elitism. Trying to figure out some correct balance of all things while trying not to assimilate yourself into being acceptable to everyone else.

Because you also don't want to do that. Everything in the end is about balance. Trying to find that is a rediculously hard challenge that I believe I will be trying to figure out my whole life. But as long as I am learning, I am growing I guess. At least that is what I tell myself before I sleep at night. I think I am done for yet another day. Talk to you all tomorrow. Cheers!