Words that Fire Loins...

I’ve been moved at work. It’s only one cubicle over, but it’s smaller, and has to do with the new ownership trying to make us feel like un-special sardines whose only function is to make corporate fat cats money. Overall, I hate it. However, this is work, so I’m bound to. Really, I just want to be someone’s trophy husband. Let’s hope that Orpheus starts writing the kind of poetry he wrote in school, again. It’s one of the many reasons I kept sleeping with him despite the long maturation process of our sex life early in the relationship. Alternately, lotto, ho!