Today, I made up for missing Strongmad's surprisingly-naked BBQ by skinny dipping in a pool, having sex on a guest room bed at the pool owner's house, drinking a wine cooler for breakfast, and having dinner (tofu hot dogs and strawberries) out by the pond.
It was a fucking good day.
Fractured said that I sound surprisingly well put together considering that this all just happened, but I've had nothing to do all weekend BUT think about my dad having a heart attack, so I'm pretty well-prepared for everything that's going on now.
I also quit drinking coffee daily. I'll still have it on special occasions, but from here on out caffeine boosts will just be from chai tea which is a lot easier on the body. Still need a therapist, a tax guy, and a mechanic though to complete the Bluetrust Life Reboot of 2005.
A few years ago, I really wanted to put a rave together. The theme was going to be "Snow in the desert", and I was going to rent those big snow making machines. Maybe I'll settle for hosting a camping trip instead -- that would be wild, I haven't ever been camping, but it sounds like a great place to get drunk.
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Later edit: Also, sometime this past weekend my little sister said that she'd be late to visit my dad in the hospital because she had a photo shoot scheduled in the morning for a modeling thing. I didn't ask. My fear would be to one day a few weeks or months from now, open SuicideGirls and see her on the front page. Or what if, worse even, they did one of those name/thumbnails where they show only the boobies and not the face? I'd undoubtedly click through and that'd be even more traumatic.
It was a fucking good day.
Fractured said that I sound surprisingly well put together considering that this all just happened, but I've had nothing to do all weekend BUT think about my dad having a heart attack, so I'm pretty well-prepared for everything that's going on now.
I also quit drinking coffee daily. I'll still have it on special occasions, but from here on out caffeine boosts will just be from chai tea which is a lot easier on the body. Still need a therapist, a tax guy, and a mechanic though to complete the Bluetrust Life Reboot of 2005.
A few years ago, I really wanted to put a rave together. The theme was going to be "Snow in the desert", and I was going to rent those big snow making machines. Maybe I'll settle for hosting a camping trip instead -- that would be wild, I haven't ever been camping, but it sounds like a great place to get drunk.
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Later edit: Also, sometime this past weekend my little sister said that she'd be late to visit my dad in the hospital because she had a photo shoot scheduled in the morning for a modeling thing. I didn't ask. My fear would be to one day a few weeks or months from now, open SuicideGirls and see her on the front page. Or what if, worse even, they did one of those name/thumbnails where they show only the boobies and not the face? I'd undoubtedly click through and that'd be even more traumatic.
I love coffee. Love it. But due to my health issue, I can't have it. I see people who are addicted, spending a fortune for 800-calorie drinks at Starbucks, and I'm glad it's not an option for me. I have enough bad habits, you know?
I'm so happy I never had a sister.