Nightmare

For the past two mornings, with no work and responsibilities to prepare for, I have actually gone to bed early.  So early that I have woken up very early in the morning and have been able to go back to sleep for about an hour or so.  In situations like that, I often get nightmares in that second period of sleep.  The past two days have been no different.

But maddeningly, as soon as I wake up to start my day I forget most details of the nightmare.  Why is that?  How is that?  All I remember is that there is a party (which reminds me of this alumni club event ... that's probably why this nightmare is at a party ... I'll blog about it later), I am shitting on a toilet where I notice it is way too small for me (that has also happened IRL recently), and this time, this morning, I saw one of my pieces of shit roll out of the toilet and onto the floor to my right.  I might be dreaming that because I was at a restroom for the University of Minnesota for a study and I entered a stall whose toilet had a piece of shit resting right at the bottom.  Barf.

Had to write about this.

Going For It On Instagram

So I've heard for some time that more people are on Instagram than Facebook.  (Also heard that there are billions of photos taken every year because of Instagram, exponentially more than have been taken in the days of Polaroid, which is mind-blowing to me.)  I have resisted signing up.  First of all, I don't want to take that many photos.  Second, I didn't know that I could sign up through my laptop; I thought it was only a mobile app.  And third, I already use Instagram for my alumni club, and I am absolutely frightened that I'll somehow cross the two feeds and bring shame to the club.

However, after seeing so many Facebook friends say that their hot photos where their showing their asses is also on Instagram, and after I accidentally clicked on something and got the home webpage for Instagram, where it invited me to sign up, this horny haze descended on me and compelled me to finally take the plunge.  So, a couple days ago, I signed up.  I am making sure I am only using my personal Instagram through my laptop, and I am using my nom de porn, but goddammit, I'm doing it.

So I am finally doing what I've wanted to do all along: Follow all the accounts of all the Playmates, models and bodybuilders, look at their photos where they're showing their asses or teasing me with their implied nudity, and comment how I really feel about them -- specifically how I want to cum on their tits and asses.  And I usually finish with what I want to make as my trademark, "Fap-fap-fap!!!"

I wonder if I'm going to get caught.  At first, though, I noticed something.  I would get into this meth-like streak of ripping off comments for every photo that makes me hard.  And I would look back on those photos to see if it appeared on the comments section.  Some of them did, but some didn't.  So I wonder if that was because our home's wi-fi was on the blink or because someone flagged those comments.  Then, last night, when I clicked on a photo from my Facebook saying that that hot babe has an Instagram account so I could follow it, I got a message that said something to the effect of, "Your comment has been taken down because it does not fit community guidelines."  What?!?!?!  I'm being punished for my perverted urges!!!  How dare they???

Well, at least I'm not getting kicked out.  So I'm going to continue to say what I want to say.  Well, no ... I'm getting interested in finding out if there were trigger words that caught the electronic eyes of Instagram.  If I avoid those, I'll still be able to be as pervy as I want!!!  I'll see where it goes, though, and if I get permanently banned, well, I can pity myself for being shunned for expressing myself.

Till then, fap-fap-fap!!!

May Buddha Bless Those Bathrooms

Got done with the project today.  It was dicey.  Thought going into today we wouldn't make it tomorrow, then there was possibility that we would, but my immediate supervisor would rather us not and just stay a little later instead, then the entire room sped up even though I was doing my best to drag things out, but then the extra time we needed to spend was only a half-hour, and actually less so.  Was stressed because I haven't blogged about this yet, but I found a library close to work, so I can do this and then get on the road to the gym (I'm not eating at home tonight -- too fat) after the traffic's died down.  Thank you, Wa-ze!

I'll worry about getting on the dole tomorrow; something tells me I'll have to do a lot of research and putting in information I know I've entered on the website before.  And now I have to worry about my parents finding out.  But if I'm out of work for a month, I need some fucking money.

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Anyway, before this project is totally in the rearview mirror, I want to give a shout-out to the bathrooms in the place I worked at.  This building we're in is not the one from last year.  We were in an entirely new one about three blocks to the west.  It's in a building occupied by an ink toner company, but we are using space that's not occupied.  In fact, we are using space that seems to be big enough for a few companies.  While walking around I saw desks and cubicles and offices with their doors closed and doorways with doors removed.  It looks as though we occupied a couple, if not a few, areas that formerly housed companies that either moved or failed.

We had so much room to roam that finding a bathroom all to yourself was not a problem.  If we went far enough back from our room (far enough back to believe that we entered what would have been a separate company's space) we would find a restroom.  I used that a lot if I just wanted to pee.  I liked it because it was way, way back there, just like we were in the back of the room.  In fact, I don't think many people in the front of the room knew there was a bathroom in the back.  That meant a lot fewer people used it, so when I needed to go, I was nearly always the only one there.  It felt like my own private bathroom, or the one that only a select few of us used.

However, there was another one that was even more private, which cut down the even remote possibility I would run into someone in the same room as I.  The luxury of being in a multi-company office building are the common bathrooms.  And there was one very close to the front door.  From my room, you would have to walk out, past all the desks, down the hallway where the break room was, over the river and through the woods, then down stairs to where the ink toner company's cubicles were.  That is where the bathroom I really liked was.

With one exception, I didn't run into anybody from the room using it the same time as I.  Only a few times did I use it the same time as anybody, period.  Those people with whom I used the potty may have been wondering who I was, and it's possible they may have complained about these interlopers with their IDs using "their" bathroom.  But most of the time, I was using it by myself, the whole time.

So for most of the three-plus weeks of the project, about 45 minutes before Morning Break, Lunch, Afternoon Break and before leaving for the day, I would get up and walk all the way down to that particular bathroom.  And with two exceptions, I would see that not only was there no one else there, I would see the door to the handicapped stall (there were two stalls) wide open.  It was like a hug that was inviting me in.  And I would always say yes, sometimes to take a crap, sometimes to just pee and think by my lonesome.  Seriously, that was one of the mental breaks that made this project so enjoyable.  (Well, that and the fact that the room boss did not make a stink about going to that bathroom so often, unlike the previous project.  I admit that I think she could've run a tighter ship, but I have to be so thankful that she didn't give a darn about me disappearing for 15 minutes four times a day.)

But that is gone because the project is done.  And in fact, the building is "done," too.  They are removing everything at the end of the month.  Guess they were only renting the place.  Too bad -- I liked the place, and it was much closer to home.  I'll miss getting there in 45 minutes and being back after an hour, as long as that sounds.

Expenses Without Receipt

From Sunday, June 26:

• Had a long day and I didn't know how to plan it out.  The thing I really planned on doing was to mow the lawn, but in the morning my parents turned on the sprinkler system, so there was no way I could mow the wet grass.  So I went to Old Chicago to watch Germany curb-stomp Slovakia 3-0.  Got these Italian Nachos, so many that my plan on eating at this pizza place close to the play I was watching later that afternoon went out the window.  I was just too damn stuffed!  Later the manager told me I could get half-orders for those, and any other item on the menu.  It's a blow to my pride, but I am 40, so maybe I should think about doing that.  With tip: $20.25.
• I saw this play that I saw on the 15th because I wanted to meet the playwright, who went to the same school as I.  It may have been even better the second time around.  That may be because I think there were some new lines and tweaks given to the story.  But this show was virtually sold out (it was the final performance), and many in the audience laughed at or mmm-hmmmed to what the characters said, which made for a livelier experience.  Good for the playwright!  Oh, and I gave a dollar more to the pick-your-price than I did on the 15th.  I want to support the arts, and I wanted to let the playwright know I wasn't seeing her work on the cheap.  Total: $26.
• Despite still being full (as I type this I still feel fat) I was also hot and thirsty from the hot weather (it wasn't supposed to be this hot and humid on this day).  I decided to go to Crema Cafe for the first time in about two years.  And since I wanted something light, I had, for the first time ever at this place, I wanted gelato instead of ice cream.  And the cookie lemon gelato I had was so delicious.  With tip: $5.
• Finally made it to the Nomad Pub for the Copa America Centenario championship game.  Was worried that I wouldn't be able to find free parking close by, but I did.  Close game, which is all I wanted, but it had to go to these goddamn penalty kicks again.  Budweiser on special, Coke and tips for both: $9.
• On Thursday the 23rd I went to Starbucks close to my shrink's because our session was at 11.  Had a gift card that I still needed to empty, besides.  I had to make up for the small mocha with whip with my cash.  With tip and it totals: $3.50.
• To Wednesday, June 22 -- Got out of work at a quarter to 10, which gave me enough to get money, get Arby's and go to the Nomad World Pub in time for the start of the 11 o'clock games.  With the help of a free parking spot in the Somali apartments close by (never a sure bet, but better odds on a weekday), I was able to jog my way to the Nomad several seconds before both games kicked off.  Whew!  Because I was in a festive mood (though I was not in a rich one; I went to the teller to take out money and saw how little was in my account), planned to stay for the doubleheader of soccer matches, and wanted a free beer, I bought their t-shirt, which came with a free beer.  Tipped a buck for the booze anyway.  Then, before the 2 o'clock games started, I went to Afro Deli for their sambusas and fries, which I downed with a Coke from the Nomad.  I tipped twice because the bartender refilled my drink twice.  Grand total: $25.
• Oh, and the Afro Deli with tip came out to: $6.75.
• Had the free bagel and spread (which they called, ridiculously, "schmear") with the purchase of a coffee at the Caribou/Einstein Bros. that opened this day.  Didn't know that, so thank goodness for the advertisement on Facebook for letting me know of the grand opening.  The customer service, however, remains a lot to be desired.  I heard my order was ready before the cashier gave me my change.  When I went to the pick-up kiosk, no one gave me my bagel, even though there were seven people in my line of sight that were doing other things.  Finally some chick gave me my bagel.  And then she called out my name.  What?  Turns out she gave me the wrong bagel.  (facepalm)  What a way to hit the ground running, guys!  Well, at least I didn't see any tip jar, which would make me regret putting out a tip for that crappy service.  The small coffee (because it was 4:30 in the afternoon) came out to: $1.81.
• Sunday, June 19: I charged everything for Father's Day, so we go back to Sunday the 18th, where, after work, I went to Caffetto to reconcile on my monthly expense list and do some social media promotion for the alumni club.  Had a large iced mocha, which I nursed for about 4 1/2 hours -- without hassle, I might add.  God, I love this place.  However, having a larged iced mocha the day of having a large coffee in the morning makes one a jittery boy.  Should note that for next time.  Plus tip: $5.60.
• Then I went to My Favorite Stripclub (Non-Cover Division), where ****e* turned bitch on me.  Still don't know what the fuck got up her ass.  Maybe it was the lapper I got with Stella.  Watch this space.  Plus coffee (yep, more caffeine) and tips: $26.75.
• Then wound up my night by going to My Favorite Late-Night Italian Place for the first time in months.  And I got a full-sized spaghetti, too, something I don't usually eat so late at night anymore.  I brought my bug spray before going to work in the morning to spray on me before heading in here because this place, at least to me, is notorious for mosquitoes.  I avoid this place during the summer because I always get bit when I sit down to eat.  But not this time, ha-ha!!!  With tip: $12.50.
• On Wednesday, June 15 I went to this play in south Minneapolis.  I did so because, as I was reading the Sunday paper from a few weeks ago -- I have to catch up on my reading; I don't know how we got the Sunday paper since we don't subscribe to the Star Tribune -- I read a story about the show's playwright, who went to my alma mater.  This playhouse runs a pick-your-price option on Wednesdays, but to be a man I decided to pay the normal price for a ticket: $25.
• At work on Tuesday the 14th the overall boss announced that they were extended hours even further, by an hour, to 6.  I don't like surprises like that; I had plans to stay out after work -- getting my dry clean (which I finally did), picking over bargains at Sports Authority, getting my hair cut, eating fast food and getting gasoline for my car -- and I didn't know if I could do it with an hour less than I thought.  Hey, tell me it starts tomorrow and I'd jump all over it.  But the day of?  Well ... actually I stayed.  Had to go to the vending machine and buy a Twix for energy, though.  Price: $1.
• I didn't think the rainstorm that evening would be that wicked, however.  It got really bad on my drive through downtown and into the library, where I had to print out a couple of appliance warranty applications.  This library was in Ramsey County, which (and I still find this incredible) uses a coin box and the Honor System for people to pay for their copies.  All it is is a steel lockbox with a suggested price of 20 cents for every black-and-white copy.  I had to print two apps, but I didn't have 40 cents.  Instead I had two quarters, and I thought that there was a time I didn't have enough change and shortchanged the library, so this time I made up for it by paying more, namely: 50 cents.
• It was raining even harder as I made my way to the strip mall that now houses Cost Cutters.  Swear a Fantastic Sam's was in this place just a year ago, but the lady there said they'd been there for a while.  Whatever; my hair was really long and I wanted it cut and I had a coupon for it.  However, if I could have kept my long hair till the weekend, I could have cashed in on Great Clips' occasional $8.99 haircut special.  Should've waited.  Oh, well.  Charged the cost of the cut on my credit card, but I tipped: $3.
• Back on Saturday, June 11 I went to this party in St. Paul, which is *****a's place.  I like this place because they offer sex favors.  But unfortunately I couldn't cum even though ***i* was jacking the shit out of me.  I am genuinely embarrassed I couldn't ejaculate.  She said it was because we were talking too much, but I like talking to her and getting to know her.  At her next party, *****a said that she was jacking up her cover from $15 to $20.  No, just no.  I don't go to these house parties just to be broke before I sit down like I always am when I go to a conventional strip party.  I'll see you down the line, *****a.  All these greedy strippers, man!  Plus tip for *****a's sister, who's going to college, and dances from Betty, this new girl Andi and the host herself: $180.
• Went to Glam Doll to finish up the night.  With tip: $14.75.
• OK, Sunday, June 5.  That's a gap of six days, so I'm scared I'm missing an EWR inbetween, but I'll go with it and add it in if I have to later.  I went to print out some stuff at the library: 60 cents.
• On Saturday the 4th I also went to the library to print out some stuff, mostly real estate things for Mother.  Total: $2.70.
• Went to Glam Doll in the evening.  Had milk instead of coffee because I didn't have overtime, which meant that I didn't have any coffee in the morning, which meant that I didn't have coffee all day and so I had no interest in downing coffee that day.  With tip: $7.75.
• Then I went to My Favorite Stripclub (Non-Cover Edition).  Drank a Coke, tipped a few people, got a dance from *a***.  Total: $27.
• Friday the 3rd ... also went to My Favorite Stripclub (Non-Cover Division) then, for coffee, tips and an LD from Cicily, someone I hadn't seen in a long time.  Where did she go?  Came out to: $29.75.
• I then went to Caffetto (or was it the other way around?).  Had a sweet Oreo mousse cheescake and a medium iced mocha because it was warm out.  With tip: $8.75.
• Go back to Wednesday the 1st, where I gave out stage tips and had a Coke right after I dropped Father off at the airport on his impromptu trip to Las Vegas: $11.75.
• Tuesday, May 31: Caribou in the morning.  Mocha, cookie, tip: $6.75.
• Saw Neighbors 2 in the early afternoon.  Funny, though not as funny as Neighbors 1.  What really struck me was how I read into the sad plight of Zac Efron's character -- someone being cast out into the wind because his friends keep changing and growing.  But at least he has a happy ending.  Ticket, popcorn and pop: $10.44
• Then I thought about going downtown to get my Doc Martens shined.  They're getting dangerously dry.  But I got there a little past 3 -- too late to for the stand, even though the article recommending this place said they closed at 4.  And this is where I busted my rim.  Why did I pay for parking?  A hit of: 50 cents.
• Well, I had my spirits lifted early that evening at the stripper party.  I love it when I get to let my freak flag fly!  Cover, ***a* at the VIP, then *e***** at the couches: $155.
• Then I went home to grab the things Mother gave me to type this letter at the library.  This was the night where my folks had it out, unbeknownst to me at this point.  Total: 10 cents.
• On Monday the 30th I went to Hooters.  It's getting expensive to go there just for some awesome cleavage.  Ah hell, I'll still go.  With tip: $25.
• That evening I went to Caffetto -- not for coffee, but for Fitz's Hip Hop Pop.  I like craft pop.  With tip it comes to: $3.
• And then I went to My Favorite Stripclub (Non-Cover Version) for a Coke, tips and a dance with vet Savannah.  The total is: $35.75.
• To Saturday the 28th, where I went to the local to see what I erroneously called the EPL Play-In Game, which actually is the Promotion Game.  Whoops.  Anyway, Hull beat Sheffield Wednesday 1-0 to get called up and receive a piece of what is supposed to be the biggest TV contract in the history of the world.  Or something.  Had the buffet and the free Bloody that comes with.  With tip: $18.
• I then went to the library to make some copies for Mother: 40 cents.
• That evening (?) I went to Caffetto for a San Pellegrino.  I didn't know they had a grapefruit flavor.  It was OK -- it was grapefruit-flavored, how great could it taste?  With tip the total was: $2.75.
• Friday, May 27 ... started off that morning at Caribou.  With tip: $6.75.
• That evening (?) I made it to My Favorite Stripclub (Non-Cover Edition).  Just tips and coffee: $11.75.
• Oh, Thursday the 26th ... since I was not working that day I was able to get to ********a's party early, when there are usually no guys around.  There was one, but after ****a got done with him, she got to me, and we were alllllllllllllllllll alone in the LD room.  That only means one thing: Dick-sucking time!!!  I wish I wasn't so fearful that anyone would see me.  But maybe the danger of getting caught is the reason why I can get hard and come these days.  Well, I might also be able to respond so readily because ****a takes out my dick for me.  She wanked me using her toes -- her toes!!!  This time I didn't cum in her mouth -- I'll try better next time -- but while she was jacking me off.  "You got me on my chin!" ****a said.  What kind of a whore says that?  One that I'll be going back to again and again!  Oh, I also got tame dances from the host and Kat.  With cover the amount of the party was: $155.
• On Wednesday, May 25 I went to Caribou.  Plus tip: $6.75.
• Tuesday the 24th -- went to Caribou in the morning.  With tip: $6.75.
• Since it was a Tuesday, I took advantage of the savings at the local theater and went to see Captain America: Civil War.  I still find it jarring to see that Iron Man, the genius iconoclast so smart he doesn't need to listen to anyone, tow the government line while Cap, the red-white-and-blue patriot, turns into a rebel.  Still, I think this is a great movie.  The motive fake-out near the end is great.  More importantly, this film was able to say something about the current state of the world, about past sins spun as things that needed to be done for the sake of the greater good, and, most of all, forgiveness.  I think I'll give this an A.  Total for the ticket, popcorn and pop: $10.44.

Hey, this was just over a month now.  I'm making progress!

Done through June 26.

People Who Should Be Fired: The Bitch At The Wienery

So I was at the Nomad last Sunday and I was so hungry that, at halftime, I went to the Wienery, just a couple blocks down from the bar, to get one of their really good hot dogs.  (The Nomad is cool in that, even though there is a food truck that is open sometimes, they allow you to bring outside food.)

When I got there, though, the front door was locked.  That is weird because there were customers inside the restaurant.  I checked my watch; it was ten to 3.  I checked the "OPEN" neon sign; it was on.  And, once again, there were people inside.  So I don't get it.

Finally the cook comes from the kitchen to open up the door.  She says, "May I help you?"

"Yes, I would like to order something to go."

And as she opens the door to allow me inside she says, get this, "You're being very rude."

WHAT?????????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  Bitch, you're open!  Business hours aren't over yet!  Your goddamn sign is on!  You're fucking open!  So how in the fuckety-fuck am I rude????!!!!

I wish I had said something like that, but I stammered out something that, in retrospect, was a good comeback, even though I could have used a little more consternation and confrontation: "Am I?  You know, I don't have to order anything," to which she mumbled something and said if I knew what I wanted to order.  I didn't, but I made up something quick, because, frankly, I thought I wouldn't have someone who was in over her head.

I'm late for the second half of the soccer game.  I regret giving this place even a dollar tip.  The cook/bitch who told me I was rude then referred to me as "buddy" as she was getting my fries ready.  I would rather you not try to buddy up to me after being so rude to me.  In fact, don't talk at all.  Just shut up and give me what I order.  Better yet, if I was being so rude, don't let me in in the first place.  Say something like, "I'm too busy and I have to go to my other job like right now, so, I can't."  (She was complaining that she would be late for her other job.  Whatevs.)  I'll leave thinking, "What is up with that place?"  But better that than thinking you're a cunt.

Had to bitch to the bartender at Nomad about the customer service.  He said it was "bullshit" and that place is just riddled with "dysfunction."  Man, wish I had known before I went!

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You know, I want to say something that will boost my own spirits.  Immediately after this bullshit happened I wanted to blog about it.  But I couldn't, so I thought I would wait until I got home.  And I did get home, but I got tired, and then when I decided to blog I blogged about something else.  I still remember this incident, but it's only now where I finally decided to talk about it.

At first I thought the reason it took me a week to blog about it was because of the trauma of being so mistreated.  And then I thought it was just procrastination.  But now -- and hopefully this is a sign of growth and security -- the reason I think I haven't bothered to write about it is because I don't feel as victimized about it as I initially did.  I'm realizing that, hey, she's the one who fucked up.  I had no reason to think they were closed because they were fucking open.  If she doesn't like it, well then, she should've said something, or turned off the fucking neon sign, or just fuckin' quit.  She didn't, so dammit, that's her problem.

That's so stupid that I think I had better things to think about, let alone write about.  Also, I did learn something: Don't eat at The Wienery for a long, long time.

Pithy Thoughts On The Brexit

I am absolutely convinced that the people who wanted to see the United Kingdom leave the European Union entirely did so because not caring one whit that they would plunge the world into chaos because, secretly, they wanted to see it burn.

In the most perverse recesses of my heart and soul, I do too.  But I know full well that those urges come from a well of hate and destruction.  If I were from the UK I sure as hell would have voted to Remain because the other people who have urges that come from a well of hate and destruction are backwards, cowardly xenophobes who, if they had their druthers, would send us back to China.

And yet somehow, they won.  Pundits after the results were announced were shocked that the UK voted to leave.  Yet polls indicated the vote would be really tight, and they were -- the margin was 3.8%.  These types of polls, especially the ones in Britain, are notoriously unreliable.  But I'm thinking that the possibility that people would say they want to leave was there and palpable, so I don't think the result should be a huge shock.  Well, the decision of a massive, important country to leave this union after decades is, but there were indications leading up to the referendum that a lot of people wanted to split, so that Thursday's result could even happen should not.

Was it tunnel vision, specifically ignoring the Leave sentiment that is festering in places outside of London, other big cities in England, Scotland, Norther Ireland and Gibraltar?  Possibly.  The weather seems to have affected turnout too: There was a huge storm around London, which may have discouraged people from voting, and since this is urban London, the people who would have voted would have been those who wanted to Remain.

But the starkest and most profound breakdown is by age.  Look at this YouGov chart: People under the age of 40 overwhelmingly wanted to Remain, but those 40 and over (and especially those 60 and over) wanted very much to Leave.  And this is a referendum on whether or not the UK will be a part of the EU -- for the future.  Murtaza Hussain of The Intercept is right: The old farts in England voted for a future its youth do not want.  How fucked up is that?

Then again ... did the youth of the UK actually go out and vote?  The BBC put out what I honestly believe is a bad chart, but it looks as though areas with a high concentration of young people were also the areas that, generally, had low turnout for the Brexit referendum.  If true, this once again proves that young people want something but won't do a goddamn thing to do it.  It's kind of like the Obama Revolution that ebbed after the midterm elections of 2010 and 2014.  There are some hardcore liberals -- Bernie Sanders supporters -- who actually are mad at President Obama for not being progressive enough.  Oh, he is plenty progressive.  He wasn't able to get anything passed because Congress is littered with Republicans.  And why is that?  Because young people who voted for Obama decided to sit with their thumbs up their asses so these teabaggin' racists could elect people who'll get in Obama's way.  And the young people blame Obama.  Same thing here.

Finally, in another sign that people (probably from both sides) don't exactly know what the fuck is going on and have weighed in on a decision they don't fully understand, Google searches emanating from the UK after the results were announced showed that a lot of people were trying to figure out what now.  One question I have to highlight because I want to make fun of people: The second-most popular search in the UK regarding the Brexit was ... "What is the EU?"  Now, one question when there are a bunch of other (smarter) questions that were also asked is not license to make fun of an entire group of people.  But really, all I can see is that people were running to the polls with drink in hand thinking this was going to be party time, and then they hear the results and see people cheering and getting all depressed, so they go, "Hey ... what exactly did we vote for?"

And already there's been some talk amongst Leave voters that ... "What?!  This vote is for real?!"  My God, stupid people don't just come from the US.  Honestly, at some point you can't help idiots.  Votes have consequences, and you can't just take back your vote once you realize that you don't like what you voted for.  So if they want to Leave, fine.  Make them go.  Make them pay.  Britain wants to skedaddle and leave the rest of the EU -- and the world economy -- holding the bag?  If hell is what they want, hell is what they should get.

The Weekly Minnesota Sports Survey

#-1: Timberwolves (Re-Entry!).  I wouldn't call it a home run; I would reserve that for last year, when the Woofie Dogs finally got the first overall pick in a draft and got Karl-Anthony Towns, someone many experts predicted is good enough to be a great if not excellent player in the league.  (Based on what I've seen his rookie year, they're right; he's the man to build this team around.)

But based on the cards the squad were dealt, they did as fantastically as they could.  The Timberwolves selected Point Guard Kris Dunn out of Providence.  He is a tough-nosed defender, which is something Head Coach Tom Thibodeau likes.  And he has shown the ability to run the point and score, which is something Ricky Rubio can't do.  It is worrisome that he is so old, a senior.  (And by the way, it is perverse to think that people who stay all four years in college and get their degree -- maybe -- is somehow a bad thing when it comes to playing in the Association.  But from the meager evidence that has been offered, it is.)  But if he is as scrappy as he might be, he could supplant Rubio as this team's PG.  And be an improvement.

Nevertheless that didn't tap down blazing rumors that he was going to be traded to Chicago in exchange for Jimmy Butler.  There was a lot of heat that Dunn and either Zach LaVine or Andrew Wiggins was going to the Bulls.  From what I have heard, the Wolves would give away Rubio or Nikola Pekovic's contract, but Chicago said no.  Well, thank goodness for that.  The T-Wolves should have forced the Bulls to take a millstone away (either Rubio or Pek's contract), and this team has been too downtrodden for too long to give away a piece of their young nucleus (although I have nagging doubts about Wiggins).  Good on the Wolves for not mortgaging a future that has not been this bright in years, if not a decade.

#-2: Twins (Last Week: -1).  I got the feeling the Twinks had another awful week.  Turns out they finished .500 -- they got bullied by the Yankees again, avoiding a sweep only on the Sunday game, then failed to sweep Philadelphia yesterday (Thursday) afternoon.

The latest bugaboo with this club now (besides the awful pitching) are the injuries.  Miguel Sano is out, although he'll be back soon.  Trevor Plouffe got hurt yesterday ... or is that Brian Dozier?  I can't tell between the two anymore.  Is Byron Buxton back in the minors?  Oh, who cares.

The home-laden portion of their schedule is done.  This weekend they travel to the Bronx to get their heads bashed in by the Yanks again, then they go to Comiskey to play the White Sox for three starting on Tuesday.

A Good Stripper Party Memory

Yesterday I reserved a spot with ***a* next week.  She's going to let me shove my cock in her mouth, repeatedly, until I cum.  That might be the only way I cum these days.  Maybe it's because I'm old, but also it may be because the, well, aggression I feel when I shove myself in her mouth gets me off.  That is a display of power when I do that.  It makes feel like a man.

Oh, anyway ... last time I was there was for a stripper party.  There were only two girls that were working the party, I think, ***a* and *e*****, who's jacked me off to completion once before.  So they have both seen my dick.

I made it a point to get to the party as soon as it was supposed to begin, because oftentimes that means that I'm the only one.  And I was, gloriously, for the first, like, 90 minutes of the party.  So it was just me and the strippers.  I was the only guy there.  So we're all friends here.

Once I knew I didn't have to worry about any other man, I did it.  My fly was already unbuttoned, but right in the middle of ***a*'s apartment, I whipped it out.  Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh, fresh air!

***a* was in the apartment while *e***** was outside smoking a cigarette.  She told me, "You are crazy!"  She's said that before, and I love whenever she says that!  Then, *e***** came in and didn't say anything, which is something she said before.  But as all three of us congregated around the kitchen, my dick still hanging out of my pants (wish I were harder, but hey, I'm 40), *e***** finally said, "I can't believe he's just standing there like that!"  She said that to me before, at her party in St. Paul, when I whipped myself out in front of her and *a***.  Finally, *a*** referred to my pee-pee in a pun.  She was making pizza for the guests at the party to eat, and she said something like, "Well, I don't know how I'm going to handle his big sausage!"  (It's not that big.)

Shortly thereafter I came in *a***'s mouth and got a lapper with *e*****.  Good times.  Hope to have many more times with them, like that, where we're all alone and I can act on my perverted urges!

This Is A List Of All The Shit I Ate Today:

• I just felt like I wanted to eat Burger King for breakfast, and I did, even though I made the mistake of not changing my smartphone alarm back to 5:45 instead of 6:15, the time I planned on waking up because I was off of work, but I was called back into work this morning to finish the project.  Got there just at the stroke of 7 after stopping by at BK.
• After work but before the 11 o'clock Euro games began, I stopped by at Arby's.  Nomad World Pub is cool for letting people bring outside food.  So long, I assume, that I buy something from the pub.  And I did -- a special bar-made t-shirt celebrating the Copa America Centenario.  Got the beer free because of it.
• Inbetween the 11 o'clock and 2 o'clock games, I walked to the Afro Deli on the recommendation of the bartender working at the Nomad.  I three sambusas, which are the Somali version of fried dumplings, and fries.  Washed that down with a Coke from Nomad.
• While at the Nomad I was checking my Facebook Timeline, and I saw that the Caribou/Einsten Bros. combo shop just opened up today at the suddenly-booming shopping complex where our Cub Foods is at.  To celebrate, they invited everyone to a free bagel and spread with the purchase of a coffee.  I wasn't hungry, but man, I have to celebrate a store's grand opening, right?  So I ate the bagel there, just before dinner.  And as of press time, I still have the lukewarm coffee to drink.
• I was hoping for a light dinner.  Nope!  I had a huge bowl of soup.
• And just because it's so humid outside, I think I'm going to eat a juicy melon some time before I go to bed.

I swear I don't know how I ate all of these things and remain upright.  My colon blew, however; while at Caribou/Einstein Bros. I let out a very smelly fart, which means that some bad shit is coming, literally.  I was raced home and hit the throne before I shit myself.  And I still think it's coming.

See, I wouldn't be eating so much if I were working.  That's why I need to find a full-time job -- to control my diet!

Suddenly Without A Safety Net

Well, it took two Saturdays and a marathon 12 1/2-hour day yesterday (Monday).  But with a projected full-enough day today (Tuesday), we will finally get done with this project.  Surprised that it actually went the distance and, since it technically was supposed to be done yesterday (Monday), then some.  (So did my first scoring project for this test scoring place: It went over by a day.  This is something I could get used to.)

Unlike the last one, which had so many questions with so few responses for each that we were starting and stopping sometimes multiple times a day, this project only had two questions.  We started on one, then we went to the other about eight days later, which we stayed on until it got finished yesterday (Monday) in the afternoon, and now we are going back to the first question until completion.  I think we actually stayed on that second question too long: I think we were on it for about ten straight days.  What I would have done was alternate during each day -- one question for the morning, the other after lunch.  That way we wouldn't have to re-familiarize ourselves with the first question, which I did for much of the long day yesterday (Monday).

Nevertheless, even though this project was less than three weeks long, I will miss it, terribly.  It's mostly because, as it always is, due to the people.  First of all, the overall boss is really chill.  Unlike management in the first project (who were still quite good), she wasn't overly upset if we didn't so so many papers an hour, or talked with our neighbors, or went to the bathroom every hour, or came back from lunch 5 or even 25 minutes late, which has happened.  If anything, she's a little too chill; I wouldn't mind a little standard-setting from her.  But she's good, and I don't mind serving under her again.

More importantly are the three co-workers I had the pleasure and honor of serving with along our line of two plastic tables.  I spoke about them already, but I have to say that together, we had taken a break from grading papers and kibitzed about everything from unions to wormholes to fast food to, yesterday/Monday, reality TV.  It has been fun, and more importantly, an important brain break to prevent us from ramming our heads through the laptop screen at the umpteenth kid who thought two descriptions describing the same area of the world were two different areas of the world or just flat-out copied the entire essay, thereby forcing us to evaluate if the child is actually "answering the question" (and more often than not, that is not considered copying.)

The only big thing I object to is people suddenly being promoted to immediate supervisors based on one test, especially those that have never scored tests before.  Really, that's just bullshit, and I hope to quickly find the initiative to complain about it.  But that one thing might be a deal-breaker, and it's something that compels me to look for another temp job.  Look, I am really shocked that this place would wind up doing something so amateurish, and so I do not look forward to this massive project beginning in August because I think I'll be marching back into this same shit again.  So I have to metaphorically pound the pavement for some other work, but I don't know if there is any around.

In the meantime, I'll have about a month to just loaf around and convince my parents that I'm still being a productive boy.  That'll take a lot out of me, and I don't know if I'm up to the task.  And right now I actually do not look forward to having so much free time.  I would rather make money for the new laptop I know I have to buy, or the vacation that I'm still trying to keep for next month.

Technically, my break after this is over is only two days: I have been told by the room boss that we are back at Friday, but for only four days' worth of special questions.  (Last week she said only two days, and so we would be working Saturday.  She has a tendency to change her mind, so I'm still not absolutely convinced that we have four more days of work.)  I can keep myself busy for two days.  But after that's all done?  I don't know.  And so that's why I'm feeling kind of anxious tonight.