Today I probably listened to "The Wind" by Cat Stevens 15 times, and sang passionately and off key, imagining myself singing it in all kinds of situations like, I would to sing this song under my breath while riding the subway and then maybe someone would hear me, and we would talk about dreams, books, violins, and the universe ( Read more... )

I have just been apprised of a new sexual act, entitled "The Bowling Ball". Apparently it consist of a partner inserting two fingers into a womans anus, and one into her vagina and lifting. I think that is probably the funniest thing I have heard in months. I will be thinking of that and laughing for the rest of my life.

Smoking a menthal cigarette and waiting for that last ten minutes to rush by so I can call my beloved.

I scrubbed the bathroom today, wearing pink rubber gloves, and short shorts.

So, I am laying on the floor doing crunches, talking on the phone to Casey: "Hey dude, don't think I'm having sex or anything right now. I am trying to exercise, that's why I sound choppy, and breathless ( Read more... )

and do some yoga ( Read more... )

I feel so out of touch with this thing, I don't even know to say. It has been at least three million lifetimes since the last time I have even thought about updating ( Read more... )

So, even though Casey's b-day was August 28th, I still haven't even remotely finished her dress. I'm a suckah ( Read more... )

I love to make tea. I love to cut of fresh ginger root, and grate some nutmeg, and break great big pieces of of cinnamin stick in to my mortar and pestal and grind it down to flakes. I love combining herbs, and steeping it all for hours. I love that first drip of honey, and I love the last sip that is bitter ( Read more... )

You and I can both get jobs
finally see what it is to be livingI know I just updated a few minutes ago ( Read more... )

"I will settle down into my soul
and warm my heart with stolen coal"So, I think I am going to work weekends at Sarah's job. I need the money so desperately that I am willing to spend weekends in South Miami, and just deal with it. I wish I could find a damn job in South Florida that would allow a friggin nostril piercing. I'm so tired of getting it ( Read more... )