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thursday i ovulated
i had to drive more than i wanted to (for a fucking change)
i got to see people i love and play "car" with their kittles
i had to, ok, ok, got to rescue a stranded friend
i didn't get home until late, then had to walk the one of the dogs even though it was windy and weird outside
(i live in a small town where some of, some of the creepiest films ever shot were shot, its the smallest town i have ever lived in, there are no other queers from what i can tell, i live in the house that children walk by, run by whispering that it is haunted, which it is not, but it has not been PAINTED since the '30s...my partner and i are both young, but the kids seem to think we are grownups but our neighbours think we're kids...)
when it is windy out, i'm embarrassed to say this, but i can't hear as well, so i get creeped out more easily. Now i'll say that i walked around alone as a teenager all hours of the night in the tenderloin, looking to get fucked with, i was tough, i also lived alone in downtown seattle and Never, Never got creeped, (seattle is the wussiest place ive ever been though) but stillnow, in this little nothing town, i am totally at risk of getting scared
daddy_01 thinks maybe it is because i put my self in so many risky situations in the past and never (or rarely) cared or worried, that now i get to be paranoid
sofriday
work until the light of day has dwindled
drive far
meet a new woman
go and see *sparrowson* hoorayat the paradox (its on the calendar) with black and with a boy that is my friend, that is cute and sweet and good, but is a child and anyway, i sat on his lap for like two seconds last week and it sparked blacks jealousy or fear...same thingi reluctantly now happily (truly) converted to monogamy for this relationship so we will see how fun that is
uhm and black was cranky again this morning at least he got a shot yesterday...i had kind of a silly thought about god that made me happy and he kinda shot me down i got angry, i apologized and then he apologized toobut you know
lincolns and loneliness,
busted nose
thursday i ovulated
i had to drive more than i wanted to (for a fucking change)
i got to see people i love and play "car" with their kittles
i had to, ok, ok, got to rescue a stranded friend
i didn't get home until late, then had to walk the one of the dogs even though it was windy and weird outside
(i live in a small town where some of, some of the creepiest films ever shot were shot, its the smallest town i have ever lived in, there are no other queers from what i can tell, i live in the house that children walk by, run by whispering that it is haunted, which it is not, but it has not been PAINTED since the '30s...my partner and i are both young, but the kids seem to think we are grownups but our neighbours think we're kids...)
when it is windy out, i'm embarrassed to say this, but i can't hear as well, so i get creeped out more easily. Now i'll say that i walked around alone as a teenager all hours of the night in the tenderloin, looking to get fucked with, i was tough, i also lived alone in downtown seattle and Never, Never got creeped, (seattle is the wussiest place ive ever been though) but stillnow, in this little nothing town, i am totally at risk of getting scared
daddy_01 thinks maybe it is because i put my self in so many risky situations in the past and never (or rarely) cared or worried, that now i get to be paranoid
sofriday
work until the light of day has dwindled
drive far
meet a new woman
go and see *sparrowson* hoorayat the paradox (its on the calendar) with black and with a boy that is my friend, that is cute and sweet and good, but is a child and anyway, i sat on his lap for like two seconds last week and it sparked blacks jealousy or fear...same thingi reluctantly now happily (truly) converted to monogamy for this relationship so we will see how fun that is
uhm and black was cranky again this morning at least he got a shot yesterday...i had kind of a silly thought about god that made me happy and he kinda shot me down i got angry, i apologized and then he apologized toobut you know
lincolns and loneliness,
busted nose
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small towns, ah! I grew up in one and yeah, everything is either a haunted house or people living in that house are serial killers.
here's to ovulation! *raises martini glass*