D.
Hey, Trish discovered something special in her meeting yesterday: a lucky little lady just 120 miles from the City of Light; a lost angel, 1,000 miles from the ghetto: a waitress from work who looks like D. on Battlestar Galactica. I'm encouraging her to make friends with the girl, mostly 'cause of my former close proximity to Muhammad Ali.
I only found out about this, though, when we were close to retiring. The day began early (for Trish): she had to be at the meeting by 9:00, so after she got up an hour early, I made french toast for her, then we drank our before-work coffee (1/2-caf, to reduce her anxety).
Since she left early, I managed to complete one novel-chunk from Brad before Car-girl's appointed time, as well as a new direction (the wizard is dead) for Noc-Lar.
After Car-girl came, we went out to Wally World for our weekly supply of groceries, then to pick up Bumble Bee Girl. I had a Diet Mr. Fruity & she had water.
I started to discuss the symbolic background of my novel -- alchemy & gnosticism (I wish I could swing like dolphins can swing: I'm a Jung American) -- when she changed the subject, just when I was about to say I could get a glowing letter of recommendation from Bob Richards, were I to decide to teach history of science at the Invisible College.
Alas, this could never be: this occurred before I became legally blind. Would that President Gas would've allowed stem cell research. There's no way embryos are "little babies". Also, I wish Reagan wouldn't've made medical marijuana illegal. Had I smoked daily for the last 20 years, I would've written a best seller by now -- don't believe me? Ask Bigdom Jacques. He dropped my report card in abject terror when he saw 3 A's & a B in a graduate class.
While Trish took her bath, I played with my keyboard. I'm trying to learn Light My Fire now. I've about got the first page memorized; am working on the 2nd.
Car-girl (I presume) called while Trish was still in the bathtub, & I happened to be taking a leak; couldn't answer the phone on time. She drove up a few minutes later, while Trish was finishing putting on her clothes. I gave her some buckadingdongs for veggies at Wally World, then put Blondie on the DVD.
I made a meat loaf last nite. Trish ate all her meat, but not her rice or green beans, so we stashed them in the refrigerate-all for bedtime snack.
Following our meal, I asked Trish to come down from her manic cleaning: she'd worked hard that day, needed to relax first, so we sat in front of the stereo & looked at pics in her magazine. I discovered a website I wanted to look up. Totally useless pay sites. Remained on for awhile & checked out Ho or No, Chinese this time. (Joey, like Jocelynn, inspires interracial love/lust in me. Hence the interest in D.)
It made me think of Kim. Since I didn't really talk with her the last time I saw her (does she actually have a job/work?), I'm afraid I may have scared her off indefinitely. I plan to call Saturday afternoon. Even if that means daily visits for awhile. I'm sure things will go well if she doesn't bite.
Koolie Bear II is totally awesome. The 300 buckadingdongs we invested in a/c is one of the best purchases we've ever made.
I'll wake her up at 7:30, as she asked. This means, bi-bi blog. Bi-bi Internet. See you tomorrow.
I only found out about this, though, when we were close to retiring. The day began early (for Trish): she had to be at the meeting by 9:00, so after she got up an hour early, I made french toast for her, then we drank our before-work coffee (1/2-caf, to reduce her anxety).
Since she left early, I managed to complete one novel-chunk from Brad before Car-girl's appointed time, as well as a new direction (the wizard is dead) for Noc-Lar.
After Car-girl came, we went out to Wally World for our weekly supply of groceries, then to pick up Bumble Bee Girl. I had a Diet Mr. Fruity & she had water.
I started to discuss the symbolic background of my novel -- alchemy & gnosticism (I wish I could swing like dolphins can swing: I'm a Jung American) -- when she changed the subject, just when I was about to say I could get a glowing letter of recommendation from Bob Richards, were I to decide to teach history of science at the Invisible College.
Alas, this could never be: this occurred before I became legally blind. Would that President Gas would've allowed stem cell research. There's no way embryos are "little babies". Also, I wish Reagan wouldn't've made medical marijuana illegal. Had I smoked daily for the last 20 years, I would've written a best seller by now -- don't believe me? Ask Bigdom Jacques. He dropped my report card in abject terror when he saw 3 A's & a B in a graduate class.
While Trish took her bath, I played with my keyboard. I'm trying to learn Light My Fire now. I've about got the first page memorized; am working on the 2nd.
Car-girl (I presume) called while Trish was still in the bathtub, & I happened to be taking a leak; couldn't answer the phone on time. She drove up a few minutes later, while Trish was finishing putting on her clothes. I gave her some buckadingdongs for veggies at Wally World, then put Blondie on the DVD.
I made a meat loaf last nite. Trish ate all her meat, but not her rice or green beans, so we stashed them in the refrigerate-all for bedtime snack.
Following our meal, I asked Trish to come down from her manic cleaning: she'd worked hard that day, needed to relax first, so we sat in front of the stereo & looked at pics in her magazine. I discovered a website I wanted to look up. Totally useless pay sites. Remained on for awhile & checked out Ho or No, Chinese this time. (Joey, like Jocelynn, inspires interracial love/lust in me. Hence the interest in D.)
It made me think of Kim. Since I didn't really talk with her the last time I saw her (does she actually have a job/work?), I'm afraid I may have scared her off indefinitely. I plan to call Saturday afternoon. Even if that means daily visits for awhile. I'm sure things will go well if she doesn't bite.
Koolie Bear II is totally awesome. The 300 buckadingdongs we invested in a/c is one of the best purchases we've ever made.
I'll wake her up at 7:30, as she asked. This means, bi-bi blog. Bi-bi Internet. See you tomorrow.
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