Friday, Nov. 11, 2005 - 5:22 a.m.
Cost of the War in Iraq
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oo deary me. Mom-on-roof was very funny today, in a scatterd sort of way, But she brought up her hubby's nipple hair. How it is getting to be MORE with age.
And yikes, artsyguy has totally a whole toupette sort of shebang going on there. I dunno. I dunno if I can do that. Like hairy. I used to massage for a living (not THAT you dweebs!), and I had to massage some REALLY HAIRY GUYS, and it comes off on your hands and gets all mixed up in the oil. It is horrid. All fluffy and like drowning in the toilet after someone has brushed their pubes.
Oh sorry, that was a really really gross image.
I am sure that artsyguy's chest hair is better attached. But yikes. Ya gotta watch for hairs in the throat when you go down, how about just kissing the old pecs TOO?? Damn.
Sorry, that was TMI I am sure. But I realize I have never slept with a guy with actual real chest hair. Two or five of them maybe. But not fuzzy. Dang.
Hah. You can see where my mind is STILL at. It is insane. If the guy was VAGUELY interested in me he might um, call. Like 'hello! how are you?" or "Hi! Wanna go for a beer?' or 'hey, wanna go down on me while the kid's out for an hour?'.
Oh dear. No such luck. Oh well.
Back at the farm, I didn't get any work done yesterday. Did I already write that? I doubt it. I doubt I had time to write here if I wasn't working.
I um, hung out with Disappearing Boy all afternoon (no he has no chest hair to speak of), and then rollerboy came over and I made that drawing tablette for him (see last entry). Then I did something. Oh yeah, went to the park with the dog, and went to the coffeeshop to draw. And then spent like FIVE HOURS online googling baby products. The Stokke Sleepi, and the Stokke KinderZeat and various child carriers and other cribs and whatnot.
Even though I had three drawings to do for today. But then my mother called. And I ironed my clean drapes for the kitchen and bedroom while I chatted with her, and then it was like THREE AM! yikes. I dunno. I went to bed. I think. Or something.
But I didn't get enough sleep, got up today and worked through til 3pm this afternoon and finished the sketches and that was AMAZING and STUPENDOUS of me. I really didn't think I'd succeed. I had been planning to cheat and send them in tomorrow, when I realized it was Remembrance Day, and probably my client said the 10th and not the 11th cuz they're not in the office. Dang.
After I finished that I rushed around trying to find Black Bean Sauce. That is not Bean Sauce that is black, it is Black Beans that are um, sauced. It took me forever. And they didn't have Boston Bluefish so they gave me another sort of fish with a french name: espadon. And it cost me three arms and a half a leg. It turned out to be SWORDFISH!! Dang. Makes very nice steaks but costs a bundle.
So, I made this snippety nifty dinner for my friend (what the hell is her nickname, the German friend) oh Seite I think. Anyways, she is in town, and her German cutie girl lover. And I made radicchio and spinach salad with roasted pecans and maplesyrup dressing, the aforementioned swordfish on a bed of spinach with blackbean sauce and lemon brownrice. And for dessert we had Cambiozola cheese with four different sorts of fresh pears, walnuts and the rest of the pecan halves, with espresso.
It was quite lovely and we ate it all except for some rice, and we all ate too much.
Then we toddled across the park in the freezing cold so they could go back to their B&B. And then, despite it being 2am on a thursday night, I had fantasies of crawling in artsyguy's window and attacking him in a sexually molestational manner until I read that mom-on-roof entry about the sasquatch chest hair. Dang.
think about the chest hair, not the cute tight butt, the wide shoulders, the sculpted forearms, the strong artsy hands... yeah, urk!! CHEST HAIR!! what a turn off.......
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Goodbye Michael. May your next life be kinder to you. - Thursday, Jun. 25, 2009
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