Lemonchiffon Stormdrain

I keep starting this post, but then I decide it's not really how I wanted to start it.. so I delete it, and start over. I've done this like 9 times now... you ever do that? Doesn't it drive you fucking insane?

I could testify that more than half of my posts begin with "so" or "anyway." I praise the heavens for word processing, beats the hell out of replacing that old typwriter correction tape -- yes, I am that old.

Strange day it was, made a lot of observations; both internally and externally.
It could have possibly been the dead on analysis that Ming concluded today about Sunday's dream. To be honest, that really fucking freaked me out. Mouth still agape, I read it over and over again and say "How the fuck did he know that?"

Futhermore, a fellow blogger and I had made some mention on her comments regarding pot, tobacco and sex. Then, another fellow blogger had to go and talk about smoking shit too. Which, of course, stimulated my canabis glands... the rest is history.
Your author is so fucking stoned presently.. and really fucking hungry.

Graham crackers and frosting are a treat for munchies (remember that). Especially if you use really fresh Honeymaid Crackers and French Vanilla icing. Of course, if you're not into the crackers... well, you know.
I told you I was baked... what more do you want from me?
But I digress; about the day.. Yes. The rest of the day seemed just as much of an enigma...
Here are some random odds and ends courtesy of my nuerons, and the joint I just smoked:

I had a great job interview today. Commute will fucking suck.. but there was some mention of compensating the salary for the gas-guzzling sacrifice. That would be a positive.. since on average I will be spending 3+ hours in my auto a day.
NO, the bus would not be any better.

This is really sexy: Men that are graying around the temples. Oh shit dude, I have to like take deep breaths when I see one.. Not all men graying of course, but most.

On the same note: When a man can run his fingers through his hair frustratingly, and it gets all messy (ya know what I'm talking about)... and he STILL looks good? Fuckable.. oh yeah.. fuckable.

Husband has put me off two nights in a row. Bitch. So, atleast his excuse is legitimate.. he claims he wants me to get a good nights rest for my interviews the next day.
Okay, yeah sure... I'll be rested. But sexually frustrated... which is worse?

On the same note; what the fuck? God, tell me why the role reversal? I'm an 18 year old boy stuck in a 30 year old womans body. I have never ever felt so horny... such an exact opposite of the person I used to be; truly it's scary.

To all of those guys I never let cop a feel: Shit, I'm so sorry. You always complained about blue-balls.. sometimes I laughed at you. It wasn't funny... Call me and we can talk about it.
To other men in general: This sucks... I don't envy you anymore. If feeling this tense all the time is why you are the way you are... then I totally understand. Does it make you angry? Like you just want to grab something and ... *pause* own it?
Yeah, I am sorry. You have my support. So now that I know what it's like to have a hard-on 24/7, you can have my menstral cycle, how bout that? Good trade. I would rather crush beer cans on my forehead than cry and bleed for a week.

Yeah, and on that subject, let's talk about male mensus, shall we? Fuck you guys get really moody around that time. And I'm not talking about our time (women), I'm talking about your time (men). You guys are just as bad if not worse when you're menstrating. What? Not used to hormone fluxuations? Did you get hot all of the sudden?
Don't deny that you don't have them... if you physically had a pussy I swear it would weep for you just like ours does. I am a true believer in male mensus.
Girls, watch your man closely.. there should be atleast 3 days out of each month when he becomes -a little different-
Sure, he'll tell you he's just tired, or the classic I have alot of things on my mind. If you're lucky, he'll pull the I just feel blah. Then you know...
And a really ingenious woman out there is going to invent a Midol for Men before we know it... that could be you.

Futhermore, men... track your days if you don't believe me... I guarantee you there will be a three day period (pardon the term), where you don't feel quite right.. and you just can't put your finger on it. You know I'm right.
Do what we do and eat chocolate... stay away from the mushy investment commercials with the daddy and little girl dancing. Stay in bed... and quit fucking whining about everything.

I am having lunch with an old friend tomorrow, after another job interview. I feel nervous, and excited at the same time. Some really cooky emotions here...

I'm going to go attack the cookies, you stay here and look interesting.