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A Diversion
Jun. 26th, 2005 10:12 pm(So I had this dream last night that I thought was really cool at the time - which is to say that when I was REALLY drowsy and had just woken up, it seemed absolute awesome, but when I was a little more awake it just seemed confusing and weird - which I have attempted to make sense of and will now be writing at least a bit of as a story! here's hoping...)
(can't figure out how to start, lol...)
The best tricks are those that are the most difficult to detect and yet the easiest to explain. When I was a kid, I often thought about being a magician, cause I wanted to make lots of the best tricks. Nowadays, though, I'm all grown up, and though I'm no magician, I've found my trick, and it's a great one.
My name is Robin Daymon. I'm about 30 years old, I'm about 5'8", and I look pretty much like a completely normal guy, with an average complexion, short brown hair, I'm sure you've met the type before. I keep in shape, but that's really all I do in terms of my appearance. I spend most of my time at work, or working, or thinking about work, or thinking that I really should be thinking about work. The rest of the day, about 4 hours usually, is spent sleeping, if I'm lucky. I think it's because I run my own business - if I'm not thinking about it, then who is?
That's not entirely accurate, though. That is where my trick comes in. See, I managed to rope someone else into thinking about work 24/7 also, and it wasn't even that challenging. It all started about 10 years ago. I was in college, the destination for all lazy bastards who think they don't know enough already. Well, that's not true, cause I not only thought I knew enough, I knew it, in the way only a teenage asshole can. There was this girl I totally dug, the bitch, she had the greatest blonde hair, the perkiest butt, and biggest tits of any girl on the floor. The stupid bitch wouldn't give me the time of day until I agreed to get her all of the exams for her fricken geography class. Well, I really, really wanted to fuck her brains out, so I agreed to do it. Got the tests, too - the prof left them stashed in his desk, he used the same ones every year - and I almost got my hard earned reward. Just when things got hot and heavy, though, the slut's roommate walked in, and that was the end of that.
Still, sometimes even sad stories have happy endings. The bimbo's roommate turned out to be a lot like me, and we never would have met if it hadn't been for my pathetic attempt to get layed. Her name was also Robin, and she is about my age, and about my height, and her hair is about the same color as mine, and we had a lot of similar life goals. For example, I was studying criminology, and she was studying forensics. I wanted to be a cop, and she wanted to be a crime scene investigator. We both hated authority figures. I had always thought that friendships between men and women were just asking for trouble, but in many ways Robin is the best thing that has ever happened to me, and we've never even screwed.
See, we both hate authority figures. We weren't cut out for some bullshit police bureacracy. I'm in business for myself, and Robin is my partner, but no one, not a soul, knows that it. Sometimes there are things a chick can do that a man just can't, and some times there are things a man can do that a babe just shouldn't. Either way, we're set.
The best tricks are the simplest, don't you think?
(can't figure out how to start, lol...)
The best tricks are those that are the most difficult to detect and yet the easiest to explain. When I was a kid, I often thought about being a magician, cause I wanted to make lots of the best tricks. Nowadays, though, I'm all grown up, and though I'm no magician, I've found my trick, and it's a great one.
My name is Robin Daymon. I'm about 30 years old, I'm about 5'8", and I look pretty much like a completely normal guy, with an average complexion, short brown hair, I'm sure you've met the type before. I keep in shape, but that's really all I do in terms of my appearance. I spend most of my time at work, or working, or thinking about work, or thinking that I really should be thinking about work. The rest of the day, about 4 hours usually, is spent sleeping, if I'm lucky. I think it's because I run my own business - if I'm not thinking about it, then who is?
That's not entirely accurate, though. That is where my trick comes in. See, I managed to rope someone else into thinking about work 24/7 also, and it wasn't even that challenging. It all started about 10 years ago. I was in college, the destination for all lazy bastards who think they don't know enough already. Well, that's not true, cause I not only thought I knew enough, I knew it, in the way only a teenage asshole can. There was this girl I totally dug, the bitch, she had the greatest blonde hair, the perkiest butt, and biggest tits of any girl on the floor. The stupid bitch wouldn't give me the time of day until I agreed to get her all of the exams for her fricken geography class. Well, I really, really wanted to fuck her brains out, so I agreed to do it. Got the tests, too - the prof left them stashed in his desk, he used the same ones every year - and I almost got my hard earned reward. Just when things got hot and heavy, though, the slut's roommate walked in, and that was the end of that.
Still, sometimes even sad stories have happy endings. The bimbo's roommate turned out to be a lot like me, and we never would have met if it hadn't been for my pathetic attempt to get layed. Her name was also Robin, and she is about my age, and about my height, and her hair is about the same color as mine, and we had a lot of similar life goals. For example, I was studying criminology, and she was studying forensics. I wanted to be a cop, and she wanted to be a crime scene investigator. We both hated authority figures. I had always thought that friendships between men and women were just asking for trouble, but in many ways Robin is the best thing that has ever happened to me, and we've never even screwed.
See, we both hate authority figures. We weren't cut out for some bullshit police bureacracy. I'm in business for myself, and Robin is my partner, but no one, not a soul, knows that it. Sometimes there are things a chick can do that a man just can't, and some times there are things a man can do that a babe just shouldn't. Either way, we're set.
The best tricks are the simplest, don't you think?
