I need to decide what to read on vacation. I have over 500 books, and some of them I’ve not even read. Am i in the mood for sociology? Erotica? Feminist writings? Fiction? It’s amazing how many worlds exist in my living room, I just need to reach out and grab them.
This time tomorrow, I will be on a beach, somewhere, in my summer dress. My iPod on, a book in my hands, and this world will fade away as I escape into the pages.
Kissing my naked body with the summer breeze. I wonder where spring went. I smell of tawdry, incredible sex, nail polish and strawberries. My dress is on the floor, but it remained on as my lover had me bent over the bed, fucking me with complete abandon with our new strap on. The verdict on this remains that it is an improvement over Pinky, but is still a swing and a miss. It is a perfect phallus for going out and smacking people with and calling it performance art, however.
I am leaving here tomorrow. I will sign for my package from UPS–my replacement debit card–call and activate it, check the mail, and off I will go. I don’t know for certain where I’ll end up. But I have a full tank of gas, clean clothes, and a week off of work. I have cancelled my appointments with my doctors’ approval, so I’m pretty much wide open.
I will get in my car and drive. Or I will go to the airport, and pray that other airlines do what SkyBus does; you show up with $10, and if there are still seats available, you fly. It’s a good deal. I don’t know, and I’m wondering what I’ll do once I arrive at my destination. Will it be somewhere where I have friends, and can crash on their floors? Will I be tracking down $50 hotels?
I am leaving here tomorrow, to spend a week being free. I’ll be back soon, and all the better for it.
Lizzie, thank you for commenting, though it is kind of uncanny to know people actually read this. I’ll email you, too–but as my first non-spam comment, you should know you made me smile. *grin*
I looked it up through Google, and Sugar Bomb Studios is the place I’m going to, in St Paul (www.sugarbombstudios.com). If I find out which area you’re in, I can keep an eye out for others.
It is 0640h. I have been here since just after 0600. I have a doctor’s appointment, so I will be going to lunch ridiculously early, and wanted to be sure that I could get as much work done as possible. Turns out, by a bizarre stroke of fate, this is lacking.
So I shall blog instead. Amelia pointed out I’ve not been updating, and I apologize. If I knew people actually read this, I’d be more diligant. Of course, it’s not that I’ve not been writing, it’s that I keep starting posts and not finishing them. Or not posting them. Tomato, Tomahto.
Thus, as a good worker, I will do the following: put on some Outkast and watch the sunrise, because as far as I can see, I’m the only one here and my work is done for the moment. I will not be taking a lunch, so I’ll revel in this. Shame I’m wearing my heels, otherwise I’d dance. Maybe that shouldn’t stop me; after all, when I was doing my old job in this department, I’d arrive at around 0600 every day and take the opportunity to skip everywhere as I completed my duties. The times I was observed doing this were met with quizzical looks and smiles.
Man, it’s good to be eccentric.
Now, for the token political comment: I think Kerry/Edwards should re-run, but that SO won’t happen. Last night, I dreamt it did, but I also dreamt that I was discussing it with my father, and he wasn’t being a douche in any way, nor had he ever been. That is how you know it was a dream. You see, my father is a douche. Actually, no, that’s an insult to women. And saying he’s a dick is… you know what? I’m going to stop this. He’s a jerk, but I wish him the best.
Jerk.
Yes, I have some unresolved anger going on there. The range of emotion has been rather extreme through this whole ordeal, though I’m most surprised that I’m feeling a whole lot of NOTHING. I feel some anger, some sadness, and a lot of abandonment issues have resurfaced, though I was the one to finally walk away. I’ll discuss all this in another post, at a later time. The last few weeks have been a trial by fire, but I think I’ve been mostly acquitted. I think that some others on trial have been found not guilty, some truly innocent, some questionable, some guilty as sin.
Of course I can make that call. I am a lady lawyer in my dreams, and I am dressed like one today, in Grandma’s pearls and the matching pearl earrings that Kelly made (they are gorgeous, thank you Kelly, if you ever read this!). While I am far from capable of truly passing judgement, I have to do so through my own view, in the realm of my own reality and perspective. While I cannot judge on many-most-things, and in fact refuse to, because I was taught better than that, and really love my friends and family a lot more than any miniscule flaws in them could conquer. Even some of the larger things… they are a part of who they are. I embrace them as they are. Some people are only on trial, for lack of a better word, because I have been hurt by them, or they have hurt my loved ones. For the former, I tend to be forgiving (to a point)… for the latter, I can hold a grudge as well as my mother.
I get the feelng I’m going to look at this in a couple days and wonder what on Earth I’m talking about, if it’s even coherent to me at that time. It may not be. It makes sense at this exact moment, though, so I will carry on.
Oh, yes! Politics! I wasn’t just thinking about Kerry/Edwards, but I was also going to mention that I think the best option would be an Obama/Clinton ticket. They would be unstoppable. They would be perfect. They would be the best team to get us cleaned up. I doubt it will happen, but how cool would that be.
Anywho, the time is now 0704h…. I have more work now. So, until next time… ONWARD!
Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. OwOwOwOwOwOw. I hurt just about everywhere. Lifting my arms takes far more effort than I’d like to admit. My head aches, my arms ache, my right arm joints are feeling sensations that can be described as… oh, I don’t know…. really fucking OW. Yet, somehow, with every move that reminds me I’m awake and alive and young and well (and that there ARE muscles that extend from my head, down through the neck, into the back and shoulder), I smile. Yesterday was a very, very good day.
The new Indiana Jones movie is far from a cinematic masterpiece, but it IS a fun flick. A little too long, for some. For my tastes, though, it was simply perfect. Really and truly, though my reasons for saying so have less to do with the movie and more to do with the gorgeous woman I was there with.
A great day, spent in great company. Life is good.
Edit: Hmmmm….. another date issue. This was actually from last Tuesday. Ah, well.
Sorry, hon–I took forever putting this up. Just to summarize:
Start with the Mask of Magnaminty. Follow the directions on the container. When you’re done with this, your facial cleanser is Herbalism. Take a pea sized amount, add just a little water, mash/mix into a paste. Wash your face with this. When you get out of the shower, take the spray bottle–this is your toner–soak a cotton ball and rinse your face. Be liberal with this. Once this is done, add moisturizer. I don’t know if you have any, but if you do, for most of the ones recommended for you, a quarter size amount will do.
If you want, we can go over this when you come over, too.
Andrea Bocelli, a rainstorm, and a good book. If my throat didn’t hurt, and if I weren’t alone, I think this might be the perfect evening.
…I am sorry I didn’t post the instructions for Jess sooner and plan to today
…one of my coworkers has a cell phone that plays the Smurfs theme song, and it is very hard to resist singing along
…one person in our company bugs me to no end, and some days I wonder if she is going to send me to an early grave
…Razoratum is the best shaving cream EVER
…I love you. (Quick! Catch that comic reference!)
…My feet don’t hurt though they should
…I’m pissed off at the doctors for messing up my appointment.
…I have fantasized about my big, fat, lesbian wedding at a Vineyard on the beach in California.
…even though I’ve been out for over a decade, now that I’m out again, I feel like a baby dyke all over some days.
…I have had sex with three women, 2 biological, 1 not.
…that this seemed like a better idea three hours ago.
Zombie, no. Brain dead, yes. Oh, wait, that would be Bruce who is brain dead (after having a stroke, ya know). Kidding…sort of.
Actually, I do sort of feel zombie-like and you’re right, coffee is the cure. Yay, caffeine!
My work is calling to me, too, so I’ll stop now. I’ll talk to you later.
Have fun tonight! (You are going out later, right?)
From: Kelsey Andrew [mailto:k.andrew@
Sent: Wednesday, May 21, 2008 8:50 AM
To: Andrew,
Subject: RE: Tonight?
My mother is not a zombie. This makes me sad. We have very little in common, now.
Don’t worry, there is a magical zombie cure. It is called coffee! Drink it, and be undead no more! Hooray for coffee!
From: Andrew,
Sent: Wednesday, May 21, 2008 8:43 AM
To: K Andrew
Subject: RE: Tonight?
This is by far the most disturbing email you have ever sent me. Period.
From: Andrew,
Sent: Wednesday, May 21, 2008 8:34 AM
To: K Andrew [k.andrew@
Subject: RE: Tonight?
I’m a zombie! Blaeeeaaaaaargh! I’m not as depressed today, but my meds changed again today (last time, though! Woo!), so I feel kind of… zombietastic. Zombierific. Brainophile. Like doing the monster mash. Like running from Shawn. Like becoming a vegetarian and going around asking for GRAAAAAAINS…. GRAAAAAAAAAAINS! Unlife’s a b****. And then you un-die.
Brains!
Oh, Bruce. Well, let me know if I can be of any help. And your poor bathroom! But at least Bruce is invincible. His brain is the fast food of the zombie world! But it is a nice, delicious brain, that loves his family. He’s willing to risk brain damage for you. That’s love. I hope.
I should go too… I have a ton of work and right now I can’t do much more than stare at the monitor groaning for brains, and that’s starting to get me some weird looks so I’m going to make an active effort to focus.
I LOVE YOU TOO and will see you later! You have a good day, too!
From: Andrew,
Sent: Wednesday, May 21, 2008 8:25 AM
To: K Andrew
Subject: RE: Tonight?
Good morning! Do you feel a little better today?
(Irrelvent email deleted)