Posted by Mark Alders on Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Under: General thoughts
I have a new saying. "dick goes numb." I think it can be used to describe all sorts of situations. Ones where you think, oh dear God, I've so seen everything the only thing left is for my genitals to get pins and needles to make the experience something out of the ordinary and for me to actually notice or give two hoots.
I work in the post office. Suffice it to say, my dick goes numb many times over the course of the day. Please, people, if you are going to get a parcel from overseas DO NOT get the person to put on it your eBay name and then come in with no ID for STEVEROCKS! *dick goes numb*
Or, if you want to use domestic stamps for international letters/parcels, don't get upset when I tell you you'll have to add GST and then go all, "I didn't know about that". *dick goes numb*
And if you don't sign the declaration on the air freight/express parcels, don't get all shirty when it's returned to you because you couldn't be bothered to sign the declaration even though you were told...twice. Or then use the excuse, it's never happened before and I've never signed it. Yeah whatever...*dick goes numb*
Then there's the classic...COD means CASH on delivery. It doesn't mean CREDIT card! Get that? Good...*dick goes numb*
My name is Mark Alders. I live in a house. This house has a street in front of it which is a good thing because if it didn't I wouldn't be able to drive down to the shop and purchase the chocolate I need on a daily basis *giggle*
Seriously, I am a mild mannered post office worker by day and an erotic romance writer (mainly male/male) at night. Not much else to say other than, like everyone else, I have bills to pay, a mortgage and family that I love and drive me crazy all at the same time. Oh, and I have a dog, too!
See?
Average Joe...except when I get down and write...then I let my imagination go to places I never knew existed and my characters invade my mind.