Beehive Day
Hyacinths, full blown, from the Huz's flower bed.
I am busting with stuff to tell, but don't know
how long I am gonna hang on here. It's been a long and very exhausting
day, much manipulation of scavenged items, two of which were a mattress
and box spring that required some partial unpacking of the storage unit
in order to store them. Found a hard hat, a wild haired Barbie (not
really Barbie herself but whatever the name is of the brunette one), and
a little Hot Wheels car, among several other things.
Still hitting up Allen's
journal in fits and starts, whenever I can. Am positively drooling
with envy.
Today was marriage counseling day. Blew lots
of sunshine up the shrink's butt, told him all the positive shit, in fact
I even felt pretty positive. I refrained from telling him
how big an asshole the Huz is and how things have reverted right back to
how they were before I ever said a thing about leaving. Did not disclose
my storage unit, though it's been the focus of my entire day.
For part of the drive I mounted the Barbie on the
stem of the rearview mirror, so that her body was pressed against the glass,
her back and neck arched, hair cascading over the mirror itself, arms flung
over her head. Looked like she was very pleased to be straddling
that thing. Ah well. Wishful thinking on my part, I am sure.
She is in for some tattooing, certainly.
A week ago I sent up the second draft for Dave
Siegel's guest journal entry, and this time he just said thanks, so
I guess it will appear more or less intact. I understand if he winds
up editing it some, he seems to take a great amount of care with his journal,
which makes it understandable that he only writes once a week. It's
more like a weekly column with him, which is fine, really. There
is no correct way to do a journal, just your way. So, anyway, my
entry is slated to appear at his site this Thursday. The majority
of it has to do with being bisexual and coming out.
Sorry, Journal Windows, no deep insights tonight.
My thoughts are scattered, so much is going on, but I don't want to sound
like my appointment book. Ok, alright, Brooklynguy is coming tomorrow
to help me rearrange my storage. This Saturday the fam will be at
Fort Monmouth to check out the area and have lunch with the Huz's prospective
future boss, Sunday I have a brunch with some members of NiceJG.
On the first I have to pay the sitter and the storage rental, plus some
business related expenses, above and apart from the family bills.
Later in April I wanna go to a Gay World conference in NYC, in May I want
to go to the HFStival, a big concert event sponsored by an alternative
radio station here. I want, I want. Hehe. I also want to go
to a Memorial Day campout with a buncha other online journalers, and of
course there is The Reunion of the AW community in Vegas in July.
Geez, what else? Daveworlders are gonna have a campout in Yosemite
at some undecided date, but I dunno how to manage to get to California
if not in connection with the Las Vegas thing. There are more things,
but these are the ones buzzing about in my mind. Oh, yeah and a trip
to Charlottesville, VA, to drop of the fully functional microwave I found.
Whe I first saw it, I wondered if the keypad would work on the
Gus' microwave, then I wondered if the machine still worked.
Finding that it did, I decided to go to Kappa Mutha Fucka at the soonest
opportunity, but Gus had plans to be in Staunton today, so am shooting
for Wednesday.
I feel like a bee.
Ok, here is an insight into my soul. Wanna
piss me off? Be a helpless woman. Wanna really piss me off
a lot? Be a perfectly capable woman pretending to be helpless.
Go ahead, make me smack you. Actually geniunely helpless women don't
piss me off, they just amek me sad and annoyed, but I do feel sorry for
them.
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