24 hours to the power of 2
I can't wait for the play offs today. Wanted to get that off my chest.
Yesterday (Saturday) which actually still feels like today... was way busy. There was so much to do and so many people to care for (other than myself). I felt drained and could not tap my creativity to finish my work load worth a shit.
sucked.
So last night after I arrived home I gave a quick shout out to some folks to check in... though I felt kinda like I got a blow off here and there. SO you think to yourself. Okay then, that's the price I pay for trying blah blah blah.
And then you up your ante because you feel cracked and fair weathered. k.
Around 7pm I decided to re-haul Em. I grabbed my finest most expensive products and took a bath (k, @ 9.95 a pop for a one shot bubble bath), cleaned up the shaving, plucking, primping... so girly. Washed, nurished and polished up my hair. Then I did the unthinkable and slathered myself in pheremone lotion (Yes Sass, I just did... and it was dangerous). Pulled out the best of the best of my darkest clothes... my boots... my car keys....
and headed off into the night.
My attempt was to grasp at some inspiration, to feel a bit like I belonged (in a world that lately I felt has pushed me outside a bit). I couldn't remember the person I was a few months ago... That girl that made every attempt to keep the crowd like her close and personal. The educated horn-dog freak that I am/was.
Lately my social calendar had been encumbered by other things that well, sure I felt were more important... but proved only to be one of those obsessions that doesn't give back.
I need some give back.
And now that I was 150%, looking my best... feeling on top of the torrid Saturn-like ring that is my hampered sexual aura... I drove downtown... to remember.
I did not sleep last night. no. I didn't.
I took my powerless damaged ego and amped it up to an extreme I'd hadnt felt since the summer time.
Strange what an old place, scent, face, song can do...
I feel compelled to tell you about my evening right here and right now. But I can't because I'm back off to the hospital... and then home for the playoffs.
But today (though a bit tired), I am not the meek... I am the powerful.
I am Everything Nice.
And I'm glad to say that...
Damn it's great to be back.
Yesterday (Saturday) which actually still feels like today... was way busy. There was so much to do and so many people to care for (other than myself). I felt drained and could not tap my creativity to finish my work load worth a shit.
sucked.
So last night after I arrived home I gave a quick shout out to some folks to check in... though I felt kinda like I got a blow off here and there. SO you think to yourself. Okay then, that's the price I pay for trying blah blah blah.
And then you up your ante because you feel cracked and fair weathered. k.
Around 7pm I decided to re-haul Em. I grabbed my finest most expensive products and took a bath (k, @ 9.95 a pop for a one shot bubble bath), cleaned up the shaving, plucking, primping... so girly. Washed, nurished and polished up my hair. Then I did the unthinkable and slathered myself in pheremone lotion (Yes Sass, I just did... and it was dangerous). Pulled out the best of the best of my darkest clothes... my boots... my car keys....
and headed off into the night.
My attempt was to grasp at some inspiration, to feel a bit like I belonged (in a world that lately I felt has pushed me outside a bit). I couldn't remember the person I was a few months ago... That girl that made every attempt to keep the crowd like her close and personal. The educated horn-dog freak that I am/was.
Lately my social calendar had been encumbered by other things that well, sure I felt were more important... but proved only to be one of those obsessions that doesn't give back.
I need some give back.
And now that I was 150%, looking my best... feeling on top of the torrid Saturn-like ring that is my hampered sexual aura... I drove downtown... to remember.
I did not sleep last night. no. I didn't.
I took my powerless damaged ego and amped it up to an extreme I'd hadnt felt since the summer time.
Strange what an old place, scent, face, song can do...
I feel compelled to tell you about my evening right here and right now. But I can't because I'm back off to the hospital... and then home for the playoffs.
But today (though a bit tired), I am not the meek... I am the powerful.I am Everything Nice.
And I'm glad to say that...
Damn it's great to be back.
posted by Everything Nice at 6:24 AM
17 Comments:
Whats up sugar? I'd like to tap your creativity and shit like that...check it..I found Bill.
what do you do at hospital
Yea and Wow EM.
Hi Em,
glad someone had some excitement this weekend.
I can't remember the last time I went out on a Saturday night!
wow
you slathered on the lotion?
i'm sort of afraid of the outcome.
and yet totally want to hear the tale.
have fun babe!
Good for you. I need a night like that! Anyone want to join me?
But who are you rooting for in the playoffs?
i should probably get me some of that...
that said, i never need it when things are new :)
oh yeah re that lotion
how scented is it? cause smells tend to kill me and give me headaches.
If only I could have been one of the bubbles in your bath...
How about a blog on pheromone...benefits, side effects, etc... is it south beach friendly? If u need to conduct further studies I'm sure we can find you some gimme pigs...
Enjoy da games baby !
Seahawks pnwzord!!! Woot!
If only I could have been one of the bubbles in your bath...
How about a blog on pheromone...benefits, side effects, etc... is it south beach friendly? If u need to conduct further studies I'm sure we can find you some gimme pigs...
Its good to indulge your self like this.
And just something about your previous post... I'm an ametuer massuer...
welcome back sugar dumplin!
ps: new lotion at sephora is flavored like a pina colada.....and tastes like a pina colada...no matter where you put it. i had verification on that ;) FYI
How about that....we both did some cleaning up this weekend! We should get together on that some time! ;-)
welcum back em!
ugh, did anyone get the license number from that Keg that hit me ?
oh yeah. and
how bout them 'hawks!??!
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