Sleepless And Stoned In Seattle

I think maybe I have been smoking too much, and not sleeping enough. Apparently, when some people quit working (2 days notice) other people have to fill in for the Audit shift. Which of course means me. Well here's a newsflash: I can't do the turnaround so well anymore. Everytime I have to work a couple of audit shifts in a week, I also have to work three 7am to 3pm shifts. Now I could handle this pretty well if I didn't have other things that I needed to get done, but I need to find a new place to live, and have some minor relation to a life. Hell, I even need to get laid periodically. All of these things require me to be awake in the afternoon, which means that I can't just adjust to sleeping in the afternoon all the time, so that I can handle the audit shifts, and the morning shifts. Besides, I fucking hate mornings. The only good morning involves the three B's. Booze, Bitches, Beach.

As for work and such, I should be getting a new job soon. Apparently stalking me is a good way to get me to come work for you. Just waiting to hear back on my background check now, and then I should be starting. Things to remember at my new job: Don't sleep with the front desk staff no matter how hot they are because they are only 18 or 19, and are my enmployees; Don't drink at the bar at the hotel because then I might actually sleep with the front desk girls; Don't make friends with these people, I have plenty of friends and it makes it really hard to manage people; Only be drunk at work when my boss is the one getting me drunk, but make sure he knows to keep me away from the front desk girls in said state; Make sure there is always one room set aside for me to fuck the front desk girls in because we know I can't help myself, if they aren't friends they're fuckable. I'm a bad, bad man.

I was actually going to try and quit smoking cigarettes, but as usual, that failed miserably. So instead I decided to start smoking more of something else. I know that my reasoning on that is completely viable, no matter what you all think. Besides, my bartender sells me great stuff. I wouldn't be doing it, except that I know that my new job doesn't drug test, and neither does my current one. Hotels are rad to work in these days; none of them drug test for front desk anymore. They still test for valet drivers, but that makes sense. Besides, I'd rather get blazed than drunk if I have to work the next day. What's the worst that can happen? I get a little too high and pass out three hours before I planned to go to sleep, and then wake up feeling rested? Damn.

On other fronts I'm still pretty much the same whorish self that I always am. It seems to me that women love walking up to me and saying, "You're a handsome devil. What's your name?" OK, so maybe that's mildly delusional, but it's still a valid point; I am a handsome devil. And wether you all dissaprove or not, sleeping with Jenny is still great fun. You have to understand that just ignoring a part of your sexual appetite does not make it go away. It just makes the craving grow. So for all of you who have those "strange" things you like to do in bed, but don't do with your current sexual partner, try and remember that it's going to become a raging storm of need at some point in time. At that point in time, if you can't open up to your lover and tell them what you need, or if they can't accept or fulfil your desires, then it's time to move on. If you do plan to try and keep an even trade with your lover in all things sexual, make sure that you have the ability to talk about sex. Specifically what kind, how often, how you both want it, why each of you want it the way you do, and pretty much everything else. That's the nice thing about Jenny, I don't have to explain all that to her, although we do still talk about it. Besides, she fulfils that darker side of my sexual nature pretty well. Find me someone that can take care of all my widely varried sexual needs, and I'll be a happy man. Or at least a sexually satisfied one (I hope). Sometimes an imagination is a great thing in bed, but sometimes it's a curse. You have to know when to turn it off.