Lazy STC
*sips*
Okay, this is the tenth in the Lazy series. The others are
getting deleted from
CL. If you would like to read the others, drop me a line and
I'll send you the
link to the ones I have archived on my site.
FYI: Just because you request the link that does NOT mean you
wanna bang me,
have me spam you incessantly, be buddy buddies, or even like
me. It means you
want the link. I'll send it to you, and that, comrade, will
be That.
Onward.
I really thought that number nine would be the last one... hence the
long pause
between... editions? posting? whatevers.
But here I am. Thus, STC.
STC stands for Subject To Change, which is basically the story of my
life. Your
life too, if you stop to think about it... unless you are a total
control freek
living in a color by numbers world.
I first heard of STC back on the rock. It was something they
would put on the
call out board next to the start up times... you know, your area of the
factory
is scheduled to start work at 0800 (STC) meaning that, if the boat is
late,
you'll start work later *shrugs*
The other three letter thingy they had was NWS which meant No Work
Scheduled.
That one was pretty groovy... at least it was to those of us
who lived there.
If you were just a Grapes Of Wrath summer transient it was kinda messed
up
'cause it meant you missed a day of moola and turned a weekend day of
overtime
into a mundane day of straight time...
The funniest thing I ever saw on the call out board was NWS (STC)
huh?
I'm sorry, but do you Really think I'm just gonna stand here all day
long with
my thumb up my ass waiting to see if some boat shows up and that oh so
groovy
NWS should somehow, magically, transform itself into a 'git yer sorry
ass in
there and start guttin' fish, boy'?
Not Happening. NWS equals This bozoboy is headin' so far out
the freekin' road
that you'll Never find me *grins*
*sips*
So, WHY did I stop layin' out bait?
Well, I'll tell you.
This shit works.
Well.
Very Very Well.
I made a 'connection' *game show sounds* there was a 'hook up' *bells
and
whistles* we chatted all night long, drank too much coffee, smoked too
many
cigarettes, and it looks very much like we will do something like that
again
sometime *studio audience goes wild*
*sips*
But there's More.
Oh ya.
There is contestant number two. Contestant number two is a
Russian dancer,
intelligent, articulate, interesting, and very much in the loop as to
what is
going on with me and contestant number one (not playing the field here
people,
I'm a one chick kinda guy, and right now contestant number one is
gettin' All of
'that' type of energy from me *shrugs* sorry 'bout that, tha's just how
I am)
Despite the fact that I'm not available in 'that' way, she keeps in
touch... and
I, of course, reply. Hey, you take the time and energy to
send me a note, the
Least I can do is reply, right?
But it don't stop there, oh no.
I'm still getting requests for the link, too, nothing else, not flirty
exchanges, just, 'gimme my stuff, man' *shrugs*
Which brings me back to STC.
I Like writing. I Like meeting new people. And whereas I only
have 'that' type
of energy for one person, you can never have too many friends...
um, Female friends.
Intelligent Female Friends.
Intelligent Female Friends with nice boobs.
(hey, I'm a GUY, remember?)
I gotta go
Rock on