July52008 04:55 am
Summer
Starbucks. Queuing in line for a mug of tea, eyes fixed on the female barista.
It’s packed today; people nursing coffees, and teas, and frappucinos, and lattes, bathing in the cool air conditioning, escaping the blistering heat of summer.
She’s wearing a white shirt, the top three buttons undone, exposing just the right amount of cleavage. Knee-length skirt, long, brown hair. Mid-twenties, maybe. Slim, lithe, petite, perfect.
The din of obnoxious children, tap-tap-tapping businessmen, coughing and spluttering OAPS. Deafening and distracting. How can anyone bear to be in this place for any length of time?
Her hands keep going to her shirt, adjusting it, not wanting to give too much away. My unflinching gaze follows, tracing the line of her bra through her shirt. I force my gaze back to eye level, aware of her eyes occasionally darting to mine.
“Hello. What would you like today?”
What I would like is to take this girl back to my place, stumble straight to my bedroom, and spend the rest of the day fucking.
“Tea, please”
Rip her shirt off, hike up her skirt, relieve her of her underwear. Taste her flesh. Penetrate her.
“Can I get you anything else, sir?”
No thanks. I shuffle to the nearest seat, directly under the air conditioning vent, groin covered with today’s newspaper.
I close my eyes, breathe deeply, and think: Summer. It’s going to be hell.
Entertaining and wonderfully truthful.
Reblogged from numblr.
An x-ray of a youth’s hand after a lit explosive went off before he could throw it away. Happy Independence Day, America.
(via bad banana blog)
Reblogged from numblr.
"Good morning. In less than an hour, aircraft from here will join others from around the world. And you will be launching the largest aerial battle in the history of mankind. “Mankind.” That word should have new meaning for all of us today. We can’t be consumed by our petty differences anymore. We will be united in our common interests. Perhaps it’s fate that today is the Fourth of July, and you will once again be fighting for our freedom… Not from tyranny, oppression, or persecution… but from annihilation. We are fighting for our right to live. To exist. And should we win the day, the Fourth of July will no longer be known as an American holiday, but as the day the world declared in one voice: “We will not go quietly into the night!” We will not vanish without a fight! We’re going to live on! We’re going to survive! Today we celebrate our Independence Day!"
— President Thomas J Whitmore (via faucet)
Reblogged from faucet.
July42008 05:40 am
Free Slurpees at 7/11 on July 11th »
I guess I can use my new iPhone to find the nearest 7/11.I love that Pixar can do this, and no one else. »
By the way, I almost cried too when I heard him say “Wall-E” for the first time in the trailer.
Sublime.
July22008 05:28 pm
July12008 04:48 am
June292008 03:46 pm
Yes! It begins!
- nosmo: fuck's sake. My wireless craps out if I lean back in bed, but it's completely okay if I lean forward
- nosmo: yet I have full signal either way
- fibrosis: but if your signal is dependant on your position
- fibrosis: THEN WHO WAS PHONE
Reblogged from Drive-By Blogging.
My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2008-6-29) »
Imported from Last.fm Tumblr