August: The hottest month of the year

Mmmm-m! Things are getting hot hot hot around here this month! Oh! You thought I was talking about the climate? Well that too. What I am mainly referring to is Mr. Firefighter.

The man is hot, hot, hot. He's sexy, cerebral, has obviously studied women well... very well, and enjoys talking for hours with me. His english and accent are impeccable. In just 10 yrs living in the US he's mastered all the nuances of the English language. Fast learner.

Admittedly, there are certain things we strongly disagree on, but one cannot deny the chemistry that he invokes in me.

And I love it when he speaks to me in Kuwaiti. I'm always asking him to... he's got such a sexy voice. He says "When you ask me to speak to you in Kuwaiti, it's like you're asking me to say something kinky"...

"Well, it is" was my reply...

[wink]

Screw August

Between the sheets... No, I'm not talking cocktails here, but rather how my weekend was spent.

"M, B, N... M, B, N..." can you hear how stuffed up my nose is?!

I stopped by the International Clinic on Thursday to get Dr. Luther to prescribe some antibiotics for my sinuses, but alas, he was away on holiday... screw august!

I'm also told that this is the month of sandstorms and super-humid days... i better do something about my condition so I do not suffer another attack... screw august!

Ate loads of chicken soup, watched movies, read and slept. Chatted with a few friends on the phone, and slept some more...

Firefighter's been back in touch with me for the last week or so. God! That man is hot!

Last but not least, I'd like to thank IDip and Shosho for their words of support. Knowing yours came from the heart did do me some good:-)

Cracking...

I feel lousy, I feel ugly, I feel uninspired,
I feel... unhappy.

I think I am starting to crack...

Uplifting words are welcome.

Death of a Teaboy

I think I may end up killing our office teaboy. I derive great pleasure from spooking him to death...

In our office, we have these 6 sliding bookshelves that span from the floor up to the ceiling. If you slide the first 2 open, and then the 2nd two again, you can make room within the shelves to hide, by sliding the first 2 closed .

so it would be something like:

| | |
|o| | where "o" is you.

Teaboy comes along to clean out the trash bin, which happens to be convieniently positioned right by the sliding bookshelves. Once he gets close enough, I slide the first two sheves open and Boooooo my way out!


Another tactic is when I see him coming up the hallway to xerox some papers, I quickly walk towards the bathroom (which is adjacent to the xerox room), although he cannot see that I've slipped into the xerox room to hide behind the corner. He thinks I've gone to the loo.

Once he enters the xerox room unsuspectingly, again i Booooooo him!

Poor thing. I did it today and it took him a few minutes to recover. After his fright. he turned his face to the wall, like a punished child, and I could tell he was hiding a smile. Hehee

His revenge: to walk around the office a little and then come up to me and touch my arm in hopes of giving me a little static shock... owie!

I'm gonna start making my own cups of tea from now on...