Well, hmmm.
So what's different around here, gang? If you replied: "Hey, where's the post about the Stoli martinis, Where's Waldo?, endless Johnny Depp irony-madness?" then you are getting warmer, my friends!
Yes, I had another one of those fucking weird dreams last night, where the police (dressed as British bobbies) came into my home without a warrant and fined me for using the wrong kind of JPEGS on my computer -- they fined me a whole dollar and yet I felt so persecuted by this that I insisted on paying them in dimes and nickels, even though I had a single dollar bill sitting in plain view. And one of the detectives -- a Latina -- said to me, "Why are you so dismal? Smile already; it's supposed to be fun!" And that only made me feel even more persecuted. So then I went whining to my mother, trying to explain why this whole thing was a violation of my privacy and my civil rights, and she said something like, "Well, I guess I can understand that but I don't know why you're making such a big deal about it."
And then I awoke and my first thought was that I didn't need to broadcast my insanity to the entire world. So one of the things I did when I came downstairs was delete the above mentioned Stoli martini, Where's Waldo, endless Johnny Depp irony-madness post.
I miss my sweetie so much. I slept in the guest room last night; I fell asleep watching some strange Errol Flynn movie that I had DVR'd on TCM. For some reason, I didn't want to be alone in that king-sized bed again. And for some other reason, my sleeping in the bed in the guest room only made Bunny want to pull on my hair all night long! It is sufficient to say that I did not sleep well.
Of all the live-in relationships I've had in my life, this is the only time I've ever preferred having my partner here with me and not off somewhere, out of the house. This has been a revelation for moi! B/c usually I am the first to enjoy just being alone. Well, not anymore it would seem. How interesting is that, gang?
On another topic...
Folks who have known me for a super long time, know that I was a devoted reader of Jane Roberts' books and in the 1980s, I read every single one of them, even her very first, pre-Seth book about ESP (it totaled about 17 books; some of them are out of print now). Recently, I have begun reading them again. For me, they are just incredible books. And reading them over again twenty years apart is a very educational endeavor. I'm really not so crazy at all, you know. (But let's just keep that between us, okay?)
Monday I start a new 4-week writing class and then Thursday, I start a public speaking course. Tuesday I go to the dentist and pick up my sweetie at the airport. And guess what lucky girl still doesn't have to report for Jury Duty??? Yay!!!! Another reprieve from the Governor! That makes 3 Saturdays now that they haven't needed me. Me thinks it just aint gonna happen, but I still have 2 more Saturdays left that I have to at least call in on. (Okay, that's a weird sentence, but I hope you get my drift.)
Life is just galloping forward, isn't it gang? 2010 feels like such a great year. I hope you're feeling the same and that life is being sweet to you wherever you're spending your Saturday. Well, I gotta get crackin' around here. Thanks for visiting, though. I always love seeing you and I really mean that! So, see ya, gang.
Yes, I had another one of those fucking weird dreams last night, where the police (dressed as British bobbies) came into my home without a warrant and fined me for using the wrong kind of JPEGS on my computer -- they fined me a whole dollar and yet I felt so persecuted by this that I insisted on paying them in dimes and nickels, even though I had a single dollar bill sitting in plain view. And one of the detectives -- a Latina -- said to me, "Why are you so dismal? Smile already; it's supposed to be fun!" And that only made me feel even more persecuted. So then I went whining to my mother, trying to explain why this whole thing was a violation of my privacy and my civil rights, and she said something like, "Well, I guess I can understand that but I don't know why you're making such a big deal about it."
And then I awoke and my first thought was that I didn't need to broadcast my insanity to the entire world. So one of the things I did when I came downstairs was delete the above mentioned Stoli martini, Where's Waldo, endless Johnny Depp irony-madness post.
I miss my sweetie so much. I slept in the guest room last night; I fell asleep watching some strange Errol Flynn movie that I had DVR'd on TCM. For some reason, I didn't want to be alone in that king-sized bed again. And for some other reason, my sleeping in the bed in the guest room only made Bunny want to pull on my hair all night long! It is sufficient to say that I did not sleep well.
Of all the live-in relationships I've had in my life, this is the only time I've ever preferred having my partner here with me and not off somewhere, out of the house. This has been a revelation for moi! B/c usually I am the first to enjoy just being alone. Well, not anymore it would seem. How interesting is that, gang?
On another topic...
Folks who have known me for a super long time, know that I was a devoted reader of Jane Roberts' books and in the 1980s, I read every single one of them, even her very first, pre-Seth book about ESP (it totaled about 17 books; some of them are out of print now). Recently, I have begun reading them again. For me, they are just incredible books. And reading them over again twenty years apart is a very educational endeavor. I'm really not so crazy at all, you know. (But let's just keep that between us, okay?)
Monday I start a new 4-week writing class and then Thursday, I start a public speaking course. Tuesday I go to the dentist and pick up my sweetie at the airport. And guess what lucky girl still doesn't have to report for Jury Duty??? Yay!!!! Another reprieve from the Governor! That makes 3 Saturdays now that they haven't needed me. Me thinks it just aint gonna happen, but I still have 2 more Saturdays left that I have to at least call in on. (Okay, that's a weird sentence, but I hope you get my drift.)
Life is just galloping forward, isn't it gang? 2010 feels like such a great year. I hope you're feeling the same and that life is being sweet to you wherever you're spending your Saturday. Well, I gotta get crackin' around here. Thanks for visiting, though. I always love seeing you and I really mean that! So, see ya, gang.
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