The Cat Spot

I'm very grateful for friends who let me be... me : omg i've been having orgasms in my sleep every night since saturday. one night this guy with major hair took a glass icicle looking thing heated it up and found my g-spot  emhoopes : Holy crap! hahahaha me : i'm having better orgasms in my dreams than i have in real life shit manifesting... i'm going to have fantastic sex the rest of my life. done with bad sex and bad guys got it/getting it out of my system. so what's going on with you emhoopes : I slept in the parlour- well we slept in there i had dreams about wanting cookies and people were making fun of me eating my cookies but I kept eating them hahaha COOKIES!  me : love it!  emhoopes : I am really being aware of how much of my life is ruled by fear Fear all day long. I'm tired of it me : it's time to fart in fear's face  emhoopes : Also, we have a week with no people so I can fart  me : exactly  emhoopes : in my pink room :) 

  The value of my friendship is more than you can fathom/  In just once glance refusal to admit you just can't handle/ You run to escape the tangible version of yourself punishing me for seeing what's in your head and heart/ Blaming me for not being able to see the person you so desire to be/ I know you are lost and I paid the cost on a trip you took for granted/

Post offices are magical places. When we walk in we only get a glimps of what really happens there. A small room with one maybe two people standing behind it; some customers wait patiently and others frantically fill out paper work. About 3-4 times a year I get to enter the "other" side of the post office. At the Lizzadro Museum we send out seasonal newsletters and I get to go pick up the mailing bins to do that. I always feel like Mr. Rogers when I do :) This picture doesn't do it justice. There is a secret basement that leads to the underworld. Next season I will go there... "so jus' chill, 'til the next episode..."-Dr. Dre

About once a month I feen for the Harp . My soul, my body, my mind it just needs her fix like an addict needs drugs. Sometimes I'm a pirate. Sometimes I'm a mermaid. And sometimes I'm both :) Anne Roos has put some good stuff out that deals with pirates, mermaids, and deep sea manic-depression. I stumbled upon this amazing performance and interview of her new CD release in 2009 at a local bar. And here is the interview. With Anne standing next to the flaming tiki torch and letting me know the possibility of saving money on my potential future wedding by popping her album in, I can't help but adore her even more. Back to harps, pirates, and mermaids...