Logbook » Bullet And A Target
written by owen, published 2006-Sep-30, comment
I was never one to snore in my sleep until the company gave us shirts to wear to work. I was really digging the polo shirt and khakis look. But now my world has been turned on its head. I feel like a woman with really curvaceous breasts. Not overly large, exposed or a mother thats nursing a new born but "just right". Right enough that you want to take them in your hands and talk to them as if they were your very own children. A child that you were told to bring up good and proper. More like twins or 2 children born really close to each other. So close that you would think they are twins. Children that, in case you fail to take over the world take the reins.
All is not lost though, for I have grown rather attached. All I can say is beware of the coconut water that comes in a can. It is awful. Really awful. The creative part of my brain could not come up with alternate universe in which I could enjoy the taste of matter that was ejected from the stomach through the mouth of a child (or monkey) in Indonesia. God only knows.
But back to the subject at breast (or at heart as normal people would say), I now know how it feels when everybody you meet glances down at her chest area. In my case they glance down to the cleverly designed company logo print and try to decipher which company it belongs to. Everybody is doing it now, its like falling in love all over again. All the "HIP" companies brand their employees - just in case they get lost. Lost in transit. All I need now is a "if found call 555-5555" printed across my back.
