it's unmistakable

there is just something about the way a lesbian wears a wristwatch.

69.207.187

hello 69.207.187.
how are you today?
stop looking at my blog!

sorry, i have an obsessed bad-mouthing stalker. 69.207.187 is her IP address.
so, i started seeing this REALLY nice older woman who is a licensed therapist. the last therapist i tried was a skinny man who wore a shell necklace that seemed permanantly embedded in his chest hair. that gave me the hibby-jibbies.
this new woman is wonderful and caring and offers very helpful suggestions and i feel affection for her.
ALERT ALERT run on sentence ALERT ALERT
so, i hear that the lady who used to give me piano lessons is going to move into my apartment when i move out in a few weeks. that should be interesting since she can't talk to me anymore and she is going to be my neighbor. i am just moving next door- next door in the same building.
do you want my address? i would love some mail! heh.
do you know what i find most annoying about this whole divorce and disfellowshipment mess, apart from the fact that curtis is my friend and i miss him? it's that people constantly show pity for people who are EVERY bit as guilty as me and who are even now doing things deceptive and worse than me. i've talked to curt about this and he tells me that things will eventually come to light and people will realize the mistakes they have made in judgement.
time truly is a harsh mistress and i am an obsessed person. i remember what it was like to not know what true anger felt like. i miss those days.
sometimes i think i am going crazy.
i will talk to the nice lady about this. oddly enough, her name is jeanne.

none implied, none intended

i guess i just decided to fall off the face of the blearth.
i never cease to be amazed by the inconsistancies of life and love and every person i've ever known. i feel like this really old rock that sits there and is too heavy to move. people come and go and sit on the rock and enjoy it for the temorary purpose it serves them and then they leave. i can't leave because rocks don't have legs. that, in a nutshell, is my problem. i never bought that paul simon crap about rocks feeling no pain. rocks seem to embody pain, with the basic exception that they appear to be not sentient. maybe they seem pained because they are so old. they wear down with age. i wear down with age. solomon is gone to a Photoshop class. he is having a difficult week. he misses masumi. i miss curtis.
curtis moved into his new apartment this past week. it's big and nice and he has it neatly arranged.
i lost my wallet somewhere between the moon and new york city. let "the moon"= philadelphia.
what has everyone else been up to?
i'm sorry for being remiss.
the merriam webster word of the day today was "ninja". those mw people crack me right up sometimes. today, rosemarie used the word loquacious and reminded me that we haven't had a word of the day email sent out at work in a long time. i used to send one out daily to subscribing coworkers. the word of the day was usually designed to be used in respectfully insulting irritating but mentally unsuspecting clients. if you don't look at the last part of that last sentence just right, it appears to be a jumbled up mess of too many modifying type words.
i hope all is well and progressive on the planet mars and the planet sweden. i've decided to give jeanne her own planet. i think she would be a just and fair planetary ruler. as for me, i will form a nation and call it stag.