Dog gone...

I've been fostering this dog and his last day with me is coming up. Soon he'll be with his new family and I will be back to my regular allotment of dogs. I'm going to miss him. He's my first foster I didn't actually adopt. I did pick his new owner though, and I think they'll be great together.

There's also a very important business meeting, part of which I'm really not looking forward to.

So last night, I had a crazy dream which woke me up in terror and chills. I've never had a dream like that before in my entire life. It was like a nightmare... but there was nothing really dastardly about it. It was like being on a roller coaster and going down that hill that just drops out from under you. Very similar. And even though it was all in my head, my physical reaction was very real. Real enough to wake me up out of a very sound sleep.

I made a twitter account, too. I've really never used it. I may only have a few lines worth of good stuff to write... but I always like to write more. However, every so often I get emails letting me know random people are following me on twitter. I presume those random people do not exist except for spamming. I don't really understand how one spams using twitter. Eventually, I'm sure I'll figure it out. As things stand for me, now, I read folk's twitter pages and find myself mostly confused. Great! I've become one of those old people who doesn't get what kids are up to these days....

Tattooooooooo

I've long thought about getting a tattoo. Not to worry, I'll keep thinking about it. I'm not even remotely ready to get anything. But I think it's clear that I'll some day get one. Something small that means something to me. It'll be that private secret I always love to have....

Anyway, I'm thinking it'll end up being some kind of script. Words mean so much to me....

The reason I'm still up? It's been something like 80 degrees in the house allllll day long. It's killing me. The portable A/C says it's about 71 now. It doesn't FEEL 71... even when I'm naked.

I'm a damned fool. That's all I have to say about that.

I took out the piercings in order to physically heal, reduce the pain and annoyance when the dogs would walk next to me on the bed and inevitable and invariably step on my damned nipples. It's amazing how, without the piercings, they never do that anymore. I miss them, some. But they haven't been an important part of my life in quite a while so I think about them longingly maybe once a day.

Meanwhile, I ended up having a rather long conversation with the cute guy a couple of my coworkers have been crushing on. Based on this, I'm pretty sure he's single. And I'm pretty sure he's as not my type as I thought he was when I just looked at him. Although I can't explain it. Earlier today he talked about making fun of some kind when he was very young. It's difficult to really hold it against him... but so easy, too.

Growing up, I remember some kid making fun of another kid. I couldn't stand to watch it for one more second, so I walked right up to the bully and yelled "Leave him ALONE! You're... you're VERY CUTE." Yeah. Uh. That was my insult. I still, to this day, have no idea why that came out of my mouth. It wasn't true and he wasn't being very cute. But he walked away without another word. My point was to get the kid to leave the other kid alone... and it definitely worked.

My mother used to tell me if someone was making fun of me, "Kiss him!" I stared at her angrily, thinking she was making fun of me. "Because, they'll stop." I think she was teasing... a bit. It probably would have worked. It also would have given me a reputation I couldn't have dealt with at that age....

And this concludes my rambling post.

Honestly

I figured I might as well change the ol' title since I figure I might be somewhat less sexual. Maybe I'll go back, eventually.

For some reason I've been having a bunch of erotic dreams the last few days. Last night's involved a mixture of Zul'farrak, The Mummy, and some ghost show. I had sex with a ghostly mummy in the dream. Or an illusion of one. It made plenty of sense at the time. The night before I forget most of the dream but I'm sure I orgasmed during it. Looking back I can't help but wonder exactly how much of an orgasm it actually was. But in the dream, it was a very good orgasm.

Which once again begs the question... if I can have an orgasm in a dream why, oh why, can't I have an orgasm just by thinking about it?

On another note, I've spent a lot of time today watching internet videos. Not just porn, either! I know, shocking! One of my favorites (which I watch every few months) is called Family. I find it pretty darned entertaining. I find the episodes a bit jarringly unrelated to previous episodes, which is to say it's like they get bored of a storyline and drop it.. but... oh... maybe we should at least mention it... in the next episode. Still, I like the story telling.

So the point of this is I really need a hair cut. And it turns out one of the actors cuts hair. In Seattle. And I'm so amused by the idea of trying to get an appointment. But of course, I'm SUCH a dork I'd never really DO that.

The other thing I've been doing is reading a lot of "mommy blogs." Well, daddy, too. Why? I have no idea. It's not as if I'm jonesing for a baby. I think a lot of it has to do with the point these people are at in their lives and their views of the world more than the fact that they're writing about kids. Plus many of them are damned funny.

The Last Vestiges

I finally took out my nipple piercings today.  Just minutes ago.  And gone they shall stay.  At least for now.  Probably forever.  I miss them, already, just a little.  Without them, my nipples are so much less sensitive.  But my right nipple, the entire time I've had it, has never really healed.  Every time I'd take out the piercing to clean it, it'd bleed a little.  The left one never had that problem.  Well, anyway.  They're gone.

It's like saying goodbye to the last decade.  And to the secret knowledge that I have a little secret.  I don't have any secret now.  None at all, really.  No secret life to speak of at all.

I'm not sure what to do with myself these days.  I feel sort of like I'm swimming through Jell-O.  I bet a lot of people feel that way, these days.

One of the hot young men I know on Facebook became a fan of "I like kissing."  Which is fine.  Except for the part where I immediately started to visualize him and his hot boyfriend making out.  And then I thought "How could he DO this to me?"  I spent a lot of time working at NOT sexualizing him.  Mostly because he's a gay man and I'm not.  Ahem.

So last night I ended up having a weird, long dream about one of those taco trucks (there's one in LA that's been in the news for being great) and going to get my hair cut.  In the salon portion of the dream it turned out to be something of a kinky gay proformance art club that kept clients entertained while waiting for their hair cut.  There were two men engaging in some mild CBT on the floor which was freaking me out a little, while at the same time being really sexual and fun.  Meanwhile, another hot guy and his friends came in and he started making eyes at me and trying to subtly invite me into the group so we could get to know one another better.

But then I woke up.

I only have sexual dreams when it's that time of the month.  And other than being conspicuously kinky, I'm not sure it was even all that sexy.  But it was kind of fun.

All the stuff

I have a dog under the desk, hiding.  Because I cursed.  What better place to hide from my wrath then against my legs?  Why did I curse?  Because I calculated how much longer we'll owe money on the car at the minimum payment rate and realised it's 2 more years.  Even though I make it a point to put a little extra now and again, 2 more years is a long time!  It seemed like so much less when I just looked at the pay off amount.  Money.  So frustrating.

Husband has a date tomorrow.  Tenatively.  He took about a month or two off from the "dating" world since he was frustrated with the revolving door thing he had going on.   He's like me, when he finds a good thing he wants to keep it around.  Other people, though, are fickle.  So he's had a hard time keeping a steady lover who can deal with the reality of being second string.

And since I have to restart my computer... well... I guess that's the end of that.