bluebeard

This is me, wearing a miniskirt, a 20's sailor top and eating an ice cream cone. The tall one is Jiles (or however you spell it), and the one in the purple miniskirt is Fido.

Reinsertion is like waking up from a utopian coma, and the first thought to hit you is "Goddamnit!"

Had a wonderful time. Most of the week was pretty low-key -- slumming around, hiking in the bottoms, flitting hither and tither, a kiss and a hug and a nudge-nudge, off to dinner and then bedtime.

Me? Public watersports? No kidding? Wow. Nothing real showy, but knowing me, that's quite a step.

So, like, I'm chewing on this hot guy's nipple, which is.. er. was pierced. The ball comes off in my mouth, I give it back to him. We're snogging like a frog on a log, attempt to step away from each other for whatever reason, and his nipple ring hooks on to mine... RIP! Gone. His, that is. Bloody mess, that was. The ball popped out of mine.

He gave me the bigger ball that I sucked off as a souvenir of the event. :P The weight feels wierd hanging from my nipple.

I really like absinthe.

Y'know, the sooner I can move mountainside, the better.

The glowplugs in Louis' car wouldn't turn on this morning, so I didn't get to work until 10.

I have absolutely no problem with that. Not one.

Five hours 'til I get the fuck outta Dodge. While we were waiting for the car to warm up (yay for the sun!) we went ahead and shoved shit in there. All that's left for me to pack is some bedding.

I'm so very ready to go. Nownownow!

Uh, wait a second...

you're a neo-pagan, and actively polyamorous...

and you think you're conservative?

uh, yeah. right.

Two more tornados! And now it's 50F outside. More fucked-up weather. Beltaine is Monday, it'd better be pretty out, dammit.

Could this week be going any slower? Ugh.

It's nice when a friend you thought was gone pops up again.

I smoked cigarettes last night. I did. I'm a horrible, awful person. I was drunk. That makes it better, right? Oh wait.. I've said that before.. heh.

Happy hippie day.

I'm thinking our house's watter supply might be cursed. That, or all the original parts have just gotten old. Probably the latter, but curses are more fun.

Remember the outside water spigot broke off? That took two days to repair, letting the glue set and everything. The fuckers who installed the thing, instead of using externally-threaded piping like normal people who realize it'll have to be repaired at some point, just used regular straight-shot shit and closed it all up with marine glue. We ended up having to glue a new section of pipe on. Fuckers.

Well, last night the kitchen faucet also decided to crap out. So, we go get a new faucet, get home, I start taking the thing apart.. and the same fuckers GLUED THE WATER LINE TO THE OLD FAUCET. What kind of stupid bullshit is that? We'll have to replace that pipe, too.

After I got home yesterday, I put fresh sand in the pool filter and reassembled the pump. The pool wasn't full enough to turn on until midnight last night, so I'm waiting to get home today to plug it all in. If *that* goes wonky, I'm gonna be annoyed.

Oh, and last night, sometime after midnight, somebody came to our house and stole plants. Yep, you heard me: stole houseplants. Dug them up and ran off with them. Who the hell is that desperate for caladiums? They're not even that interesting, it's just groundcover. They should have stolen tulips, or irises. Whatever. I wrote a sign calling houseplant thieves pitiful and posted it above where they were. That'll teach 'em. Right.

Okay, well, I smoked at the concert, and afterwards. I was drunk, that's a valid excuse right? Only had eight cigarettes, where in the past it'd be more like a pack. So that's good.

D got the pool cleaned out and started filling it. It's already half full. We'll be swimming before spring gathering....

... which just happens to start a week from Friday. We'll be going up this weekend to set up camp. This gathering should be, uh, interesting. At fall gathering last year, someone who just happened to be HIV positive decided he was going to get intoxicated and run around sticking his raw dick in folks at a play party, without asking. The response is that spring gathering is going to be all about safe sex/safe space, what those words mean and all that jazz. There is potential for both high emotions and good chances to educate people.

These next two weeks until gathering need to fly by, as quick as they fucking can. I really can't imagine being any more tired of getting screamed at on the phone over piddly traffic tickets because someone else in the office, who does not work my department, fucked up a traffic case that they should never have talked to the client about.

I suppose I had my first official nic-fit last night.. Apparently I didn't fully understand what that meant beforehand. It sucks. Thankfully, a certain other smokeable provides the perfect placebo.

Ended up not going to the show because of it; going out while your body is screaming RAWR NICOTENE is probably not the best thing.

Today is slow, slow, slow. Half the work day is over and I haven't gotten one single phone call. Not one. I only have an hour's worth of reading left in A Separate Reality. Hopefully we'll close early or something, because just sitting here is pretty fucking pointless.

Neko Case is tomorrow!

24 hours: still no nicotene. I'm HUNGRY. and I just ate.

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I got a massage last night. are they all afraid to dig in, or what? "let me know if this is too rough.. *pat pat pat*" uh, no. ROUGHER.

Oh, I remember!

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I found a copy of Carlos Casteneda's "Separate Reality" at amvet's for 75 cents. I'm only 30 pages into it but it's already very interesting. I'm already thinking I should look into the rest of his material..

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A friend is getting his top surgery, and sometime in June we're going to host a benefit at our house to help raise the money. I'm really glad our house is able to offer that kind of support. He's thinking he's gonna take donations at the door, and also sell cups for beer.