Guilt

[vicarz]

I ate lunch downstairs, and there were crowds around the tvs in the cafeteria showing CNN. I came upstairs, started to settle in to my desk, when I remembered I had truffles in my bag for desert! I was bouncing and happy...until I remembered we're at war. Suddenly I felt a wave of guilt, knowing thousands of people are about to die, that my friends-coworkers-fellow guys who live around here are off in some desert fighting for something they may or may not agree with. Here I am worried about my goddamn candy while other people face uncertainty, adversity, and death. Dark chocolate surrounding a white creamy mint center from Lindor.

They just found the flight data recorded from the destroyed shuttle, speaking of the news actually starting to get me down.

Whenever I finally drop my load, I'm really going to feel guilty about masturbating underneath this desk at work.

Comments

[dodogrrl.livejournal.com]

hey, if you're gonna talk about candy and war in the same paragraph, you might wanna master that dessert/desert distinction... ;-p

[vicar.livejournal.com]

Must...fight...urge to correct mistakes...wow I hadn't counted on that unintentional funny part! Ah, humility comes naturally when YOU'RE A COMPELTTE MORON! Did I mention I was born blonde?