Yes I know – it has been a long time since I posted. Much has happened. Dad typed my theatre company’s name in a search engine and found my weblog. Eeeek. He though that this was the site for my plays. So I started thinking who else has not realized the difference between a search box and the Address bar on the browser and has read a little bit too much about the playwright they might be going to see. It’s my own damn fault though. This was bound to happen – I knew that search engines were spidering my site so I blame myself. I disconnected the archives immediately and sanitized any incriminating content for the time being. Mom and dad have decided to come to the plays next weekend which is good because it gives Heather and I a whole weekend to party – I’m excited to drag her out dancing at least one night that she’s here.
I had my last massage in the structural therapy series yesterday. I have now been Rolfed. A lot of very very intense abdominal work yesterday – I feel like I’ve done a thousand crunches. What was sorta cool is as Patrick dug his hands into my legs or mid-section I kept thinking – this is supposed to be tickling me – or at least it had at one time. But not anymore. I’m half asleep as he digs his fingers under my psoas muscles and drives deep into my guts. I highly recommend deep-tissue massage to everybody – if you can stand the pain and discomfort. Our final focus was on the chest and lats and I though I was going to die as his fingers dug deep into my ribs and pushed all the way down. Ouchers kapow-chers.
Having luch today with Erik. After all is said and done he is still endearing and fun and a real sweetheart.
Had a date last night with a chick – my first in over a year. We had a good dinner and some green tea. She was a sweet gal but we just weren’t really clicking very well. She asked me about having put looking for ‘either’ in my personals ad and I said yup. She’s bi too so we had some good bi-bonding. She’s gonna bring a chick (or guy) to the plays on Thursday. Came home and went to bed at 10. Fucking rocked. Woke up at 6, 7 and 8 and finally got my sweet ass on the train at 9. And I had chocolate chip cookies for breakfast. Fuck yeah!
DID YOU HEAR KAREN’S STORY ABOUT WHEN CHRIS2 AKA DAVID ASKED HER TO SPEND THE NIGHT? I LOVE IT.
(blah blah cuddle smooch it’s 3 am…)
DAVID/CHRIS2: Why won’t you stay the night?
KAREN SUE ‘UBER-BITCH’: Does it matter?
I LOVE THIS. IT SUDDENLY PUTS EVERYTHING IN MY DAY INTO PERSPECTIVE. ASK THIS OF ANY SITUATION.
Does it matter?
AND INSTANT CLARITY ARRIVES. I LOVE IT.
I’m serious folks. Asking ‘does it matter?’ in the midst of any predicament brings such clarity to things. It’s my new filter. Love it. Spread that on some toast.
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