Sunday, Feb. 13, 2005 - 3:39 a.m.
Cost of the War in Iraq
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A Day Off with Disappearing Boy
If I don't update nobody visits me. TEN visits yesterday. Ten.
That'll teach me to have a life. jeesh.
Yes I hung out with Disappearing Boy. I finally got him to tell me some sexual fantasy story. The guy doesn't give it up easily but then it was kinda fun.
It is bad taking time off cuz then I really don't feel like working again.
I went to his place (well, his parents' place) with him to see his paintings (not his engravings!) and gave him a critique. Lots of great color and texture. His family is mystified everytime he does something that won't look as great over their sofas or in their entryways. They seem to have a thing for framing his paintings and putting them in the entryways. Strange. They live in the suburb. What can I say.
He is still not painting at my place, just raiding my basement for luan (or however it's spelled) to take back to paint on . Oh well. It was nice to get driven to the other side of the city and get out of the house. Then this morning (yes, MORNING!!!!) we went to buy cigarettes at "les indiens" which is the natives who can import tobacco taxfree... 200 cigarettes in a plastic bag for $20. Hmmm. Glad i am not that addicted to anything.
So, I didn't work at all yesterday, and today I am just not up to speed. I am surfing porn on the net and jerking off. Dang. Well, I AM getting some work done on Leo's Dog but we cannot call it concentrated sustained work. Sigh. And I want to get to bed within the next hour and get up BEFORE NOON again tomorrow. Today I was up at 9:30. OK I was fooling around in bed at 9:30. But I went to sleep at 3am so that was not so bad. I did have a nap around 5pm but I was still up from 9:30 am til 5pm. how's that? It was even sunny for a bit.
I got Disappearing Boy to do the ButchFemme Quiz last night, and he answered almost every question the same as me. That might account for 1) how well we get along without friction and 2) how it is not exactly huge sparks flying from opposites attracting. We answered a bit differently on things like I would consider pasta a good entree and he would consider steak a good entree. But he definitely eats the vegetarian pasta. Do you know I like feeding men who eat what I feed them, but DON'T pig out? hmmm. it's nice not to feed a bottomless pit. Suffice it to say I ate way more than he did and then finished his plate.
Other different answers.. If my car broke down I"d call AAA (well actually CAA here in Canada) and he'd get out his tools and try to fix it. That's cuz he's broke. hehe. If he had to choose to wear only ONE pair of shoes he'd chose oxfords and I'd chose boots. Now oxfords? Have I ever seen him in anything besides boots? hmm. weird.
Anyways, I am an Androgyne and he's a Hard Androgyne... that means he has a measly 10 or less more butch points than I do. I am very interested that most of you who did the quiz and left your results in the comments were androgyne too... it really doesn't surprise me since people who are well-rounded tend to be attracted to me and vice versa. In that really femmey women find me weird cuz I can be so independent and self-sufficient and they cannot really relate. And really butchy men find me to be emasculating to them, in that I am not helpless and neeeeeeeeed them to do everything for me. Hmm. so a bunch of androgynes. Strong women, and men who are not all pushy and takecontrol emotionless. Good thing.
Well, I am going to shut down shop and go to bed. It is ten to five, and so that is not my planned 4am bedtime. I will still try to get up by noon... I would really like to be a bit earlier in my schedule so I can go to watercolor class, and meet up with people during the day etc. Wish me luck!
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