Thursday, June 02, 2005


"You know, people have been caught looking at porn. They can trace it back, you know."

Startled, I looked up from the computer screen to see a middle-aged nurse, peeking over her glasses, standing there with her hands on her hips. Annoyed by the interruption from my project, I shot her an evil look. It failed to scare her off.

"Employees have been fired over that, you know."

Not only didn't I appreciate the accusation of looking at on-line porn, I didn't appreciate the disturbance either. I had a deadline to meet, and didn't want to be disturbed. That's why I was sitting in the far back, away from everybody, so that I could concentrate.

I scowled, and glared at her, trying to liquefy her brain with magic powers that I don't possess. She simply stood there with her hands on her hips. No intention to leave. I simply rolled my eyes (opening them wide so that she could see them) with a big sigh, and went back to work.

I'm about to marry Nathalie, the hottest girl I've ever met.
I don't need porn.

Besides, who types away madly on Word while looking at porno pictures?