Bob had hoped to get a little time to work on his english essay at work tonight, but alas, he had a lot of work to do. It is odd though: the times that Bob is most inspired to write, are the times when he shouldn't be writing: when he's on the clock at work.
Now don't get me wrong, Bob is an excellent worker! The only time he ever writes at work is when he has all of his tasks completed. Except for this one task, this task that never is done and never really needs to get done. All it is is busywork. Uselessness. An exercise in futility. Yet he is supposed to do it. So I tell him to... just not very loudly. In a louder voice, I tell him not to get caught writing.
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
Bob dreams about dancing with a girl in the street
Bob had a dream last night about a girl (and he still remembers it). He usually does not remember his dreams, so this really was a rarity for him. I get to watch all of his dreams, even if he doesn't recollect having them in the morning. On the whole, they are usually pretty nasty. This dream wasn't so bad. It was about a girl that Bob has known pretty much all of his life growing up. He never really did get to know her extremely well, they were just sort of casual acquaintences. The thing of it is, he has been attracted to her since probably forever. In Bob's opinion, she is really, really hot.
He basically decided that she would never, ever like him. Why he decided that, I have no idea. He really likes her, and cares for her in a very selfless sort of way, even though he would also like to have sex with her. But it seems like she is always dating someone. Part of Bob doesn't want to be just the next someone on her list, so I think he has unconciously stayed away from her.
Anyhow, this dream that Bob had. This girl (I'll call her Sarah here) was back from college. Sarah came over to Bob's house, and they decided to hang out and go for a walk. They talked of all manner of things, one of which the frustrating fact that there is no store in the small little hick town that they live in that sells decent music. They talked of that for a while. They ended up singing an interesting song that Bob had been listening to the day before he had this dream, and dancing in the street to it. It wasn't a waltz, no no no. It was a hip-hop/rock song... very interesting dance, let me tell you.
Eventually Sarah and Bob got back to his house, and he waved good-bye to her as she hopped on her bike (she rode her bike there), and said something to the effect of, "It was a lot of fun, have a good night!" In Bob's dream, he then proceeded to go into the house and shut the door in her face. (After he got in it turns out that someone had bought him a new computer with Windows Vista, and he started messing around with it.) But as Bob was dreaming, he couldn't help the feeling that he had shut Sarah down, that she had wanted a little something more. Something like a little cuddly time on the couch.
Bob woke up right about then. It was one of those dreams that he doesn't really enjoy waking up from, and one of those dreams that he really wishes was real.
He basically decided that she would never, ever like him. Why he decided that, I have no idea. He really likes her, and cares for her in a very selfless sort of way, even though he would also like to have sex with her. But it seems like she is always dating someone. Part of Bob doesn't want to be just the next someone on her list, so I think he has unconciously stayed away from her.
Anyhow, this dream that Bob had. This girl (I'll call her Sarah here) was back from college. Sarah came over to Bob's house, and they decided to hang out and go for a walk. They talked of all manner of things, one of which the frustrating fact that there is no store in the small little hick town that they live in that sells decent music. They talked of that for a while. They ended up singing an interesting song that Bob had been listening to the day before he had this dream, and dancing in the street to it. It wasn't a waltz, no no no. It was a hip-hop/rock song... very interesting dance, let me tell you.
Eventually Sarah and Bob got back to his house, and he waved good-bye to her as she hopped on her bike (she rode her bike there), and said something to the effect of, "It was a lot of fun, have a good night!" In Bob's dream, he then proceeded to go into the house and shut the door in her face. (After he got in it turns out that someone had bought him a new computer with Windows Vista, and he started messing around with it.) But as Bob was dreaming, he couldn't help the feeling that he had shut Sarah down, that she had wanted a little something more. Something like a little cuddly time on the couch.
Bob woke up right about then. It was one of those dreams that he doesn't really enjoy waking up from, and one of those dreams that he really wishes was real.
Monday, February 26, 2007
No masturbation: score 2 for the conscience!
Bob was way too tired to jack off last night. I love it when that happens! If I convince him to stay up really late and get really tired, sometimes he doesn't even have the chance to screw off! Score one for the conscience!
Thursday, February 22, 2007
Lack of enjoyment, score 1 for the Conscience!
Bob beat his meat again last night. He didn't get that much enjoyment out of it, as I have been telling him! So I really followed up this morning and pounded him hard, trying to get him to realize that he didn't have all that much fun. And he really didn't, so my arguements were that much more convincing!
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
Women with nice breasts
Bob feels like masturbating right now. I’m trying to tell him not to, but he usually never listens to me. I’m telling him that he’ll feel bad later when he thinks about it, like he always does. The problem is, Bob has so much fun while he’s doing it. He really enjoys thinking about women with nice breasts. I keep telling him that his future wife wouldn’t like him thinking about girls without their shirts or pants on, but he just keeps right on going. And then he’ll grab his penis and start yanking away. Oh my gosh Bob! You really know how to tune me out, don’t you? Well listen up: JUST GO STRAIGHT TO SLEEP TONIGHT!
Trunks turn Bob on
Bob is currently watching a television show. In it, there is a girl sitting in the trunk of the car. I would say trapped if she was, but she isn’t exactly. She knows the driver of the car, and they were trying to escape. But, the car was lifted into the air, and now they are stranded. Every now and then they will show a shot of the girl in the trunk (who is new on the show).
It is very confined in there, as you might imagine, and the camera always shoots down towards her from the region of her head, but very close up. This girl is wearing... let us just say that it most definitely is not a turtle neck. And, as is made glaringly evident, her breasts are very nicely sized. Bob thinks that they are right on the line of being large, but not too big. Bob doesn’t like huge, what he calls “boobs.” Not ones so big that if the woman in question wasn’t wearing a bra they’d hang down to her waist. No, he doesn’t like those. He thinks this woman’s “boobs” are large without being too large. As a conscience, I really could not tell you one way or the other.
Anyhow, Bob is trying to not look at her breasts, of which I am very proud. Part way through the show, he just decided that they were too prominent to ignore. Very nicely sized, and the way they were situated in the shot... oh, they really made his penis stand up.
I tried to convince him to think about what was going on in the show and how she could possibly die, but to no avail. All he could think about was the girl’s breasts.
It is very confined in there, as you might imagine, and the camera always shoots down towards her from the region of her head, but very close up. This girl is wearing... let us just say that it most definitely is not a turtle neck. And, as is made glaringly evident, her breasts are very nicely sized. Bob thinks that they are right on the line of being large, but not too big. Bob doesn’t like huge, what he calls “boobs.” Not ones so big that if the woman in question wasn’t wearing a bra they’d hang down to her waist. No, he doesn’t like those. He thinks this woman’s “boobs” are large without being too large. As a conscience, I really could not tell you one way or the other.
Anyhow, Bob is trying to not look at her breasts, of which I am very proud. Part way through the show, he just decided that they were too prominent to ignore. Very nicely sized, and the way they were situated in the shot... oh, they really made his penis stand up.
I tried to convince him to think about what was going on in the show and how she could possibly die, but to no avail. All he could think about was the girl’s breasts.
Sunday, February 18, 2007
Welcome to Bob's Conscience
Hello, and welcome to my newly created blog. My name is Bob’s Conscience. This blog is about my favorite topic, Bob. I’ve been fighting Bob’s bad side since 1988, so I think I qualify as an authority on the topic! In this blog I intend to write updates on Bob’s life, and more specifically, updates on how my job is going.
You may be wondering why Bob doesn’t notice that his Conscience is surfing the internet and blogging, but I am a very sneaky Conscience. I recently have gotten Bob hooked on this addictive computer game called Age of Empires II, and he has been playing that a lot recently. While he’s distracted building an army, I’m surfing the internet. So I hope you check back frequently, and read about what Bob's been up to!
You may be wondering why Bob doesn’t notice that his Conscience is surfing the internet and blogging, but I am a very sneaky Conscience. I recently have gotten Bob hooked on this addictive computer game called Age of Empires II, and he has been playing that a lot recently. While he’s distracted building an army, I’m surfing the internet. So I hope you check back frequently, and read about what Bob's been up to!
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