the back has stopped hurting. thank you rodney yee.
the rip on the left side that was killing me yesterday has stopped hurting. thank you rocket paced six block walk.
the boyfriend's art show is tonight. the frames and paintings are now out out out of the house and hung hung hung at the gallery. this house has been attacked with dust rags, vacuum cleaners, soapscum remvoer, bleach, brushes, mops, sponges and paper towels.
the guest sheets have been washed washed, and dried dried. i feel full of scunge, but i am not allowed (oh no!) to shower until i get home from getting my head shrunk up north.
i am starting to kick myself in the nose (thank you, yoga!) for scheduling the appointment for today.
things i have yet to do before the shindig this evening :::
no.1 buy stockings
no.2 shower
no.3 find the perfect shade of lipstick which will come off in about thirty minutes because of my oral fixation
no.4 did i say shower yet? i feel full of dirt yuck and general ickyness (oh yes, and i can smell the dirty sweat drying on my palms)
no.5 do the nasty. (i informed the boyfriend that if he is going to continue to paint with the fervor that he has the past few months, he must buy me a working vibrator for christmas. two weeks = too long)
no.6 come to terms with the fact that no.5 is not gonna happen this evening, or possibly even the entire weekend.
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sinamen:
You should move #6 up to #1. As any artist can tell you, the best art comes from pain. But when you're in a blissfully fulfilling relationship, all you have left is self-induced sexual frustration....
Good Luck.
Good Luck.
legionnaire:
Another unfortunate victim of "rechanneling of sexual energy." Ah well, think of it this way - at least it's contributing to the greater good by creating artwork. Glad to hear the show is going up, best of luck with that.