any evening out with the rude shameless hussy [as she to be henceforth called] is always entertaining. and tonight was no exception. i had a blast from sitting outside subway talking complete and utter shit, to getting all hot and sweaty in ad with our travelling companions.
the rude shameless hussy title has a tale but it’s 3:36am and i’m exhausted. sufficed to say, that we were abandonded by RSH for over an hour [that’s the rude part] for a woman she’s had the hots for a while [the shameless hussy part], more of this tale will be posted in related blogs [people you know who you are].
i’m off to bed.
oh before i go, in a moment of true internet surrealism – the email vic sent telling me that she’d be late, two nights ago arrived sometime tonight. go figure.
but all of that is irrelevant, this time next week, vic will be safely in my arms.
so goodnight and a fond adieu to you and you and you.
how hard are these words to say? i used to believe that trinidad had no customer service [i don’t doubt it] but i’ve come to realise that the problem is that trinidadians are just fucking ill mannered.
i don’t want to believe i’m special, because my friends and their children are polite. yeah, we can be fucked up with people we don’t like, but common courtesies come easy to us.
why is it so hard for other people, you get into a taxi a simple good day would suffice. no, hardly ever happen, people bounce into you in the street and look as if they want to beat you.
it wasn’t always like this, i’m sure. the fact that i have manners is indicates that i learned it somewhere.
well not somewhere, my mother taught me well, there are things i still don’t do reflexively. is this what is missing? is this why we have all these ruffians and our out of control crime situation?
can our national crisis be solved with good manners?
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cmon sing it with me. vic is going to be here in one more week. woo hoo.
around this time next friday she’ll be leaving on her plane leaving nashville for miami. i’m just so excited, i can barely contain myself. i was up at the crack of dawn [who is this dawn and why is crack available to everyone? is it addictive?]
i’m babbling, which in some people is attractive, but i’m not sure if i like it in myself, i’m skimming throught my itunes library pondering what to listen to while i check the usual spots, pondering about my cash flow, cheques i have to pick up. how much cash i’ll need by next week friday.
it’s friday, so here is your friday five:
1. Do you remember your first best friend? Who was it? i do. a guy called kevin
2. Are you still in touch with this person?no, haven’t seen him for about 2 years but we’d drifted apart long before that
3. Do you have a current close friend? yes, i do
4. How did you become friends with this person? almost half a lifetime ago i wanted her to be my girlfriend, i was successful, we got married, that didn’t work out, but somewhere along the line we regained our friendship
5. Is there a friend from your past that you wish you were still in contact with? Why? can’t think of anyone off hand. i tend to do my best to keep up with my friends, so if i’m not in contact, well…
that’s done. still pretty hyper. i don’t have to go directly to work this morning. i have to go to a supplier to check on a job and approve it, hoping to drag that out as long as possible, i don’t feel like being cooped up today, i want to be out and about. really i just want to be with vic, i miss her so much. it’s started raining, not a drizzle but a downpour, i hope this continues next week, all of next week. mmmmmmmmmm.
is there anything more sensuous, than laying in bed with your love, the rain drumming on your roof? god, i want vic here, NOW!
i’ve been looking for these lyrics for a few days now. and in the same place i found this:
We got the afternoon
You got this room for two
One thing I’ve left to do
Discover me
Discovering you
One mile to every inch of
Your skin like porcelain
One pair of candy lips and
Your bubblegum tongue
And if you want love
We’ll make it
Swimming a deep sea
Of blankets
Take all your big plans
And break ‘em
This is bound to be a while
Your body Is a wonderland
Your body is a wonder (I’ll use my hands)
Your body Is a wonderland
Something ‘bout the way your hair falls in your face
I love the shape you take when crawling towards the pillowcase
You tell me where to go and
Though I might leave to find it
I’ll never let your head hit the bed
Without my hand behind it
you want love?
We’ll make it
Swimming a deep sea
Of blankets
Take all your big plans
And break ‘em
This is bound to be a while
Your body Is a wonderland
Your body is a wonder (I’ll use my hands)
Your body Is a wonderland
Damn baby
You frustrate me
I know you’re mine all mine all mine
But you look so good it hurts sometimes
Your body Is a wonderland
Your body is a wonder (I’ll use my hands)
Your body Is a wonderland
Your body is a wonderland
how true this is, i love you victoria.
wow, this has turned into a marathon post. time for me to go get ready. i’ll be back later.
food & sex:
…anybody who doesnt absolutely, totally and unconditionally enjoy food, cannot possibly enjoy sex. — Shobhaa De, Upper Crust Magazine, India (something vic and i agree on completely)
the synchronicity archives (like dark side of the moon and wizard of oz)
for defiant mikes birthday – the best comic book cover site
yoda travels to ireland [someone with too much time on their hands, try to catch it now, before lucas gets wind of it.]
i had more, but i want to talk to my wife and im tired, so i bid you adieu.
btw after some fierce battling, i won my game of monopoly. [its not so easy to beat an intelligent, shrewd, determined 10 year old, especially my mercenary daughter. i love her so much.]
well not just todays. ive been rather lax for the last couple of days so bear with me, ive got a lot of links to post.
please stand by…
lets start here –
1. nerve has started posting a collection of sexual related links from the world wide weird, its called the scanner and the first offerings are a doozy.
2. more excerpts from em & los new book – this time they wax poetic on the g-spot and female ejaculation
3. Sextablos: Works on Metal, a book featuring 60 artists from New York, Seattle and Chicago exploring the issues and taboos of sex, created using the format of Mexican Retablo painting.
4. a couple of interesting blogs:
the rules of blogging as told by the reverse cowgirl
dirty whores first time
and the bazima chronicles which i discovered sometime ago and then promptly never went back to, why i cant imagine.
5. one of the most entertaining sports headlines ever written (how ever you chose to read it)
whew. time for a pause, i havent even gotten to metafilter yet. ill be back later, need all my wits to try and outmanoeuvre my daughter in monopoly.
get here for the 7:30 meeting and no one is here.
its raining. oh dear, no one is going to make it to work on time. sigh. i love the rain, i hope this keeps up for vic visit, its going to be lovely to wake up next to her in the pouring rain. hot and wet. what more can you ask for.
so i should be doing something productive while i wait for everyone to show up but screw that, i got this animaniacs quiz from satchmo:
Which Animaniacs Character are You?
You have megalomaniacal impulses regularly. Thats not necessarily a bad thing, however, as you have the cranial capacity of a small planet. Trying to take over the world is hard work, though, and youre not above exploiting your lessers. Even now, you have a plan thats being enacted which will pitch the worlds economy into turmoil, leaving the floodgates of trade exposed for the sole owner of stock in the Pets.com © company! You are en route to taking over the world!
Oh, and you ARE pondering what Im pondering.
Click here to see my Livejournal.
and now to work. adieu.
i should be ashamed, i should also be on my way to work.
but heres my result:
got up early this morning and there was an email from vic, in my heart i knew she was ok, it’s just that mother hen portion of my brain, that would stop with the worst case scenarios.
it’s the other reason, why, on a morning as lovely as this; the rain is drizzling on the roof, it’s dark, it looks like 5am; i’m up. sitting in front of this machine, didn’t hear the phone ring, so i’m checking mail.
i’m looking forward to walking away from it for the ten days that vic is here.
back to hair news, i don’t know why i waited so fucking long to get this done. really, i feel like a fucking hair commercial. my hair is bouncy and smells so good. i got heckled in the office all day yesterday, that i’d been hiding away all these good looks, all the time. right. and you have a bridge in nariva to sell me. whatever.
vic is here in just over a week. we have somewhere to stay, we have a mode of transport. we may have to eat each other for the entire trip if i don’t get off my ass with this corporate identity but it’s not like we weren’t planning to do that anyway. so much for subtlety. it’s been almost 10 months, i think i’m entitled to be lascivious and salacious.
on with the show.
it’s the first post of the day, you know what that means
[oooh, oooh, oooh, pick me, pick me]
that’s right memes time:
3 for Thursday (#38)
PETS
1. Have you ever had pets? If so, name 3 (names and/or types) that you’ve had. (Pet rocks do not count). cats, i’m a big cat person – had a number of cats over my life time, the latest is a ginger tom named jiffy (my mother and daughter are responsible for the name)
2. What are 3 things you love or hate about pets?
a. love the independent own way nature of cats
b. when there affectionate, they’re really sweet
c. and their almost human propensity for scorn
3. What are 3 types of pets that you’d never have?
a. reptiles
b. bird
c. hamsters (they’re really just cute mice)
BONUS: If your pet had to have expensive surgery or lifetime shots (like insulin for a diabetic animal) would you put your pet through it, or make the hard decision to put them to sleep? no, it wouldn’t, it’s a matter of practicality and survival really. it sounds harsh, but hurting my pet to keep it alive seems… well cruel.
The Thursday Threesome
::From the Summer Picnic Basket!::
Onesome- Honey: Hey there! Not that you personally need any sweetening, but just in case: what goes in your summer drinks to sweeten things up? Honey? Sugar? Artificial sweetener? …or are your taking things straight up this time ‘round? straight up
Twosome- Mustard: Okay, what condiment has to come to the table for that burger or hotdog? Ketchup? Mustard? Salt? Pepper? Just what is it you ‘relish’? a delicate combo of ketchup and pepper (hot sauce for the uninitiated)
Threesome- Sauce: …and along with that, which sauce do you simply have to have around? BBQ? A-1? That special sauce you learned to make when you worked fast food at the mall? How about it? You brought those napkins along for a reason! a well made bbq is always good, otherwise i’m good. more savoury than sweet.
sorry got side tracked with this ulitmate 80s quiz.
i’ll try to post the results during the day.
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pretty soon im going to have qwerty tattood on my forehead and as much as i like ink, im not quite sure how thats going to fit in with the rest of my ink.
its almost 11:30, ive gotten some work done but not as much id like, i can smell the rain and i really should get to bed but id at least like to know vic is alright. again with the worrying, but this is so unlike her. no call, no email. just the sort of thing to send my active imagination into overdrive. sigh. i just found a friend resident stateside to give her a call.
in the mean time i took this quiz [thanks purpleturtle]
You Are A Genital Piercing
The ultimate wild child, you make Madonna look tame.
Chances are, youve tried anal and liked it.
Your place is like booty call central, a total revolving door for hotties.
No one would ever mistake you for a virgin!
oooh, dont you just love it when a bunch of people show up online. so much for going to bed.
ive been getting a lot of compliments about my hair, but the stupidest comment is…
wait for it…
is that your hair?
no, i picked it up in a flea market. what prompts people to ask stupid shit like that.
nevermind.
in other news this has been a throughly successful day, paid the taxes on vics ticket. found a beautiful apartment in lower fort george this afternoon. loved it so much, i paid the deposit. you can see most of port of spain and the gulf from the patio. the bed is huge, the bedroom has a/c and the kitchen is tiny and intimate. if i could afford it, id live there.
now all thats left is the paying for it.
tonight i had also had dinner and drinks with sarah, shes putting on an exhibition with 4 other artist and i promised to do the programme. i got all the info today, if i can get this corporate identity second draft out of the way, i can commit all my energies to it. i dont understand why im finding it so difficult get going on the corporate identity. this is a paying gig and fairly decently too. why can i get a jumpstart? the webserver is up and running, perfectly, though. so thats one less worry.
its started raining out and between that, the two beers, the pizza and the longing for vic, i just want to crawl into my bed, but i promised myself faithfully, id get at least two more items done before i go to bed tonight, so no rest for the wicked.
im going to get to work while i wait for vic and toss my hair some more.
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