I was telling Fence in the last post’s comments that I had gone back to the painting program to do another picture but found that my well of inspiration had run dry. See what I mean? But I don’t care too much, despite feeling vulnerable in sharing these less-than-stellar products of my imagination and computer touchpad. I’m always yammering on about how I want people to know me, but I generally only want you to know the parts I’m proud of, which is why I shave my toes.
By the way, via an online search, I discovered how to keep my curls at their maximum curliness! It requires loads of mousse on wet hair straight out of the shower. And scrunching, lots of scrunching. Now I don’t have to let it develop dreads in order to have depth and texture; it does it all on its own; good hair, good boy. Yes, my hair is a boy but don’t ask me how I know… I suppose you could try lifting it up and looking underneath, which seems to work well with puppies, but warn me first, okay?, so I don’t have a heart attack when you sneak up behind me.
It is really so beautiful this morning! Maybe I should get out and take a walk… For the past couple days, for exercise, I’ve been playing The Black-Eyed Peas station I created on Pandora and dancing around to it. I do a lot of arm movement because I’m concerned about under-arm wings and it’s kind of helping a little bit already, at least in my mind. I love to dance. Maybe I’ll both dance AND walk, but not at the same time, even though thinking about that just now puts a smile on my face. Could you imagine how awesome it would be for lookers-on to see someone dancing down the street? I wish I had the balls. Heey, somebody look under my dreads and see if I do, okay?
This post is skating dangerously close to porn.
Speaking of dread(s), you guys, I’m feeling an ever-increasing sense of reluctance to go to the school and get my registration on. Maybe because I finally feel mostly peaceful after a bucketload of emotional turbulence, like, the plane had a long rocky touchdown and has finally stopped and is letting passengers out. There’s other scary stuff on the tarmac, in baggage, and on the taxi ride home, but at least I’ve landed safely. Until the next flight. I’m taking this airplane analogy too far but you know what I’m saying, right? Please tell me you do because I don’t want to go to the trouble of finding another analogy.
Thank you for listening, by the way. I especially appreciate you this morning, this fine morning when I woke up a little lonely… but that’s a post for the Hedonistic Mystic sometime. Maybe tomorrow. Love to all. kiss!