ennuiwarrior

So every night this week has included a very lusty sexual aspect. Its been ages since I've had fabulous sex. I've had good sex, and that has been great, but I've also had fabulous sex and I miiss it. What can I say? The dreams are good. Not to be to graphic, but lots of yummy oral sex. The thing is my partner is a clearly defined person, but not one I know. I do feel like I've gone through all the possibilities at hand as far as gettiing a girlfriend in this small town since my big breakup. I feel like there is a beautiful funny smart and sexual woman out there for me, but I don't think I'll find her in this crystal-gazing, spirit-channelling, yoga-posturing, tofu-eating, smot-poking, liberal dandy-land that I've landed in. Half the girls I meet here have got some serious earth-mamma issues. Not that I'm opposed to that, but, shit! Say "Namaste" to me one more time, mother-fucker!

No, now thats not nice. Hippies are people, too. Just like Republicans, Athiests, Lawyers, the cast of Friends and Scientologists. And they aren't just Hippies. There are tofu eating transcendental eco-mammas, skulky dredded skater teeny hippies, pink-haired feminista rasta hippies and pot-bellied BMW driving actor hippies. Lots of those, very rich, eco-conscious and utterly vapid.
But, honestly, when any sub-culture takes itself to seriously, it has to be mocked and humbled out of its hipocracy. Basically, nothing should be more special than me. I don't say you have to be not be more special than me, but lets just keep that to ourselves, shall we?