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Dear Diary:

 

I’ve had to spend most of my weekend with Kyle at Sector exe.  It’s Prom season, need I say more?

 

“As time goes on,
I realize….”

 

Now Kyle has done a great job as “concierge”  but  drunk teenagers can cause a heap of concern.  Troy has a grip of the security and has finally stopped eavesdropping on clients and the kitchen’s running as best as can be but….. it’s Prom season, is all.

 

“Just what you mean
To me…”

 

 

On Saturday we called the newbie in and took off for a couple of hours before the real storm.  We dropped by a club to hear one of my favourite DJ’s, a 13-year club veteran, spinning primarily progressive hardcore.

 

 

During our second rounds of drinks two shaved apes approached me and my 4 inch metallic, Yellow Box flip flops.  They were ridiculous and I was barely listening to their grunting verbal diarrhea when I saw the look on Kyle’s face. I think Kyle’s a little too used to post secondary students at the campus watering hole.  He seemed genuinely astounded by what these skull tatt-totting shaved apes with their ever growing collection of flesh mutilating silver appendages and their neo-nazi boot camp makeovers had to say to me. 

 

 

Meh….. I’m used to it.

 

The apes and humans are members of the same superfamily, the Hominoidea  Until the last few years, humans were separated into their own family within this superfamily because it was believed that we are significantly different from the apes.  However, recent genetic studies and discoveries from the fossil record have made it clear that some of the apes are more similar to humans than previously believed.  Subsequently, the living hominoids are now commonly classified into only two families with humans grouped with the great apes: 

1.  Hylobatidae (gibbons)

2.  Hominidae (orangutans, gorillas, chimpanzees, and bonobos, and humans)

 

 

You know the routine…. They’re gonna fuck me good….. fuck me hard…. Show me how to be a real woman.  It was almost impressive in a drunken bravado kind of way.  If drunken bravado had any sex appeal what so ever. 

 

“And now,
Now that you’re near,”

 

Kyle was visibly shocked by their repartee but he almost fell off his stool when he heard my response which was simply put in my most cutsie but none the less professional voice….

 

“You know, that’s a generous offer but I find I must respectfully decline.”

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Which, much to Kyle’s shock and relief was a real funny retort to the talking monkeys and they laughed and slapped their hairy, ape like knees and walked away.  No worries.

No need to release the hounds.  Not that Kyle not a hound, not that he couldn’t protect himself and me and handle the tatt-totting boot camp makeovers.  God, he’s practically a ninja, for lack of a better way of putting it.  I’m just saying… I was funny, they laughed, it was all good.

 

“Promise your love
That I’ve waited to share….”

 

As I told Kyle…. The talking monkeys don’t bother me with their fuck you good, fuck you hard routine.  It’s the post secondary students who talk physics to you while they slip scat in your drink and wait until you’re unconscious so they can post your irresponsible ass on Youtube before the hangover even sets in

that make me much more than nervous.

 

“And dreams
Of our moments together….”

 

We left after our third round and headed back to work and dealt with the noise and the puke and the garbage left over from the night clients.  Sure, there were no turn-overs but mother of god why can’t they just follow the damn rules as set out for them on paper as well as delivered verbally before they signed the fucking contract.  I’ll miss it tomorrow when I’m back at the “ballet” buried in gash though, won’t I?

 

“Colour my world with hope of loving you.”

 

Love,

 

The Original Sin