I know must be here for a real reason, 'cause he got hit like I got hit & he ain't fcking breathing.

[raybear]

When one doesn't update in several days, and in those days many activites occur, the task of recapping can be daunting. I feel there should be some sort of clarity as to what moments are most important or which ones will stay with me longest, but then other times I think I should write about the insignificant ones precisely because I will be less likely to commit them to crystallized memory.

I've had a great long weekend mini-vacation.

There's still half a strawberry rhubarb pie in the fridge from a suburban adventure on Thursday evening invovling Damon, Elk Grove, Baker's Square, and a Motel 6. Basically we had a spend-the-night party with HBO away from the city and fireworks, bringing Sophie along for good measure. I don't know how Damon feels, but Sophie and I hate fireworks. We hate loud sudden noises. Therefore, I hate fourth of July.

My sheets should be replaced and washed since they've lost their downy dryer sheet smell and instead are filled with various bodily fluids from a Saturday with no obligations except to relax and do what we wanted.

I'm looking forward to several things next week: Hearts game on Tuesday, Teatro Luna performance on Wednesday, and sean7232's visit. With his visit, I think I have a nice blend of dirty and fun plans without too many high expectations.

The past two mornings I actually slept until approximately 11 am. That's so not like me. Sunday night depression is at-risk for kicking in early -- I can feel it hovering. In part because of interrupted sleep last night from a ghostly visitation -- not to me, but to dommeyourass. I was busy having dreams involving fun car chases, talking to mintwaster and cocolola about the benefits of being an X-Men mutant, and a visit from my former dance aerobics instructor who called me "Raymond" even though I haven't seen her in five years.

Today I'm spending time listing books to sell on Amazon.com, reading, making phone calls, writing, watching Buffy, and learning about what I can do to cleanse and improve my colon health. Exciting, I know.

Comments

Real men wear leotards.

[raybear.livejournal.com]

Yep, I took dance aerobics for many years through high school. I had mad crushes on several of the instructors, and looking back I was always unconsciously flirting with all of them like crazy without fully realizing what I was doing. I could write a whole entry on this one instructor named Karen, the first in a long line of women named Karen that I adored (the string ended once I actually got into a relationship with one of them).

I'm totally down with enemas, though I'm intrigued by fancy ones, including coffee ones -- for some reason I always think of Janet Jackson when I think of coffee enemas, but I can't remember where/when I would have read something that put those two together. I'm also on a quest to consume more fiber that isn't in the form of prunes or bran cereal. I think I'll just constantly have a bowl of edamame in my hand at all times.

Re: Real men wear leotards.

[mintwaster.livejournal.com]

Well, the resort specialized in coffee enemas and whenever I would tell people, they would wonder why it was specifically coffee. Like, what's the difference between coffee up your butt as opposed to Kool Aid or Iced Tea? Any insights?

Re: Real men wear leotards.

[raybear.livejournal.com]

Kool-Aid would probably be bad -- too sugary. I think they do tea enemas too, though probably not iced because warm is usually a more pleasant enema experience.

Perhaps it's the caffeine? It draws out the toxins? I'll do some research and report back, though I also suspect dommeyourass might have some insight.