Tonight
it’s technically my birthday, although officially
doctor pronounced – in a good way – me few minutes past midnight… I am much more a leo than I am a virgo. Nothing earthly and baring fruit about me at all. Ego, though, that’s
another matter :D
I am
starting to know how Z feels. She wrote that by the time she is allowed to post
her work, it’s been so long she’s already bored with it. I am not bored with my
work, not at all, but there is so much of it that by the time I find time to
write about it, I have better things to do. Last weekend I took a ton of shots
because the General’s family had their gathering and Nea left with a party –
and plenty make-up sessions… This weekend it’s my birthday party, with all the
preparations, prezzies and post-festum shopping. In between, there are the two
day jobs, editing the Gorgonaut and preparing
for the September audition… And all the
coffee dates, obviously.
It’s
stupid hot these days. Like, really stupid fucking hot. Moist, humid, damp,
stuffy, dense stupid fucking hot. And this from a summer creature. This heat is interfearing with my mojo. I am not the type to pause sex when it’s
rolling downhill, but lately our sex sounds like this: yes! … yes! … Yes!...
Harder!... Give it to me harder! … Ah! Ah!! …
… Wait.
Need a glass of water. Gimme a
minute.
Okay, now let’s go.
… Oh,
yes… Gods, yes … Fuck! Yes! Yes! …
Stop. I’m going to overheat. Pause. One moment, please.
Okay, I’m okay now. Back again.
…. Yeah!
Give it to me! … I love you! Harder! … Yes!
No. Enough. It’s okay. Enough
for now.
Get the picture?
It’s hot.
Not so much before, or perhaps
because I wasn’t having sex like this, I didn’t really feel like I am nearing
damage when getting this warm. I can feel my heart and stomach overwhelmed.
Last night I took my push-bike to a carwash (six years of pigeon droppings),
and was so nervous, as I don’t really know how to ride a bike and mostly just
kind of push off the pavement with a foot and let the gravity do the rest… I was
so nervous I was sweating through every pore on me. Normally I don’t do that. Certainly, when working out. But sitting on a bike while it
gently slides? It was the sort of sweating that’s coming out of your ears,
neck, legs and eyelids.
Hot, get it?
We walk the doggies, starting
the day at 5:30. It’s still nice and breezy then, though humid. It makes the
skin crawl like I had a fever. By eight, we sit and chat and have the
wonderful morning coffee, which we no longer have to order. We’re like a clock –
the service brings it to us as soon as we sit down :D Dogs bask off the river and we start the day. I get cut-offs in the bakery, of the parts of
pastry they remove and toss, as it had burnt. But I like that. I like the little
bit of bitter in my pastry. It’s the same with pancakes, if I eat them naked – General calls them ‘charcoal style’.
Later I work, editing this or
that, planning and plotting, preparing systems and reading up on new stuff that
might help… I re-watch cool movies that I’ve seen enough times to be able to
ignore visually. Occasionally, for kicks, I wash the dishes.
Afternoons mostly I nap and then
work again. General often either works until the evening or sleeps and has to
work at night. If he works afternoons, towards the end of his shift I grab the
mutt and we go meet him halfway and then we have some ice-cream and normally
pass out. If not, he watches TV and I edit some more photos and he forces me to go
to sleep around one. We mostly eat stuff from the bakery, because it is too hot
to cook and definitely too hot to eat.
It’s not difficult to write
about these kinds of towns. I’m re-reading bits of Bryson’s Short history, HHhH
and magazines with pretty pictures :) Supposedly in the fall my name will be
mentioned in Playboy and H.O.M.E., but I’ll stress that part when we get to it.
There are plenty projects in limbo, none of which will shoo my debts, but we
are not sinking deeper yet. I think in about three month’s time, max four, my
life will be financially cool again. No real reason why, but I want to kick
this Audition thing into gear and then ride it, hard. And I would love to see two
more of my books shelved. Books are the one thing that love to be shelved :))
..
It's noon. I'm sleepy. Catch ya laters, bitches.
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