RANDOM OBSERVATIONS FROM MY NOTEBOOK
...There is a lot going on right now. It's all great and exciting stuff but that isn't to say that there are not more than a few stressors at play. I am moving in with B. It's a big deal for both of us. We are pushing past the barriers that our past relationships have created and are jumping off into the arms of love. I think we will both be caught or I wouldn't be doing it, but I think B and I are both a tiny bit "freaked out" --- Particularly B who is now trying to refer to "his place" as "our place" ---- And, one can't forget that he is an architect of some forces and a designer/artist. So, over the course of the next week our home will soon had the addition of all my full-on color pop art and stuff. Anyway, it's all good -- as they are prone to say in sunny California. But, I find my creative juices are somewhat dry. However, I've been following the advice of Ing and have been recording just about all of my thoughts and observations.

The problem is that these little scribbles are much like my writing always seems to be: odd, disjointed and somehow confusing. Welcome to my mind. I do find it fun to constantly be pulling out my way cool little book and scribing my ideas/thoughts/observations. This is much different than a journal.

Anyway, here are some of my recent "notes" of life...

"Idea re: 'over-heard conversations' which are actually conversations I have just had or have heard -- ongoing...

'I like to take it deep and work my tongue around it'
you don't worry about him coming in your mouth?'
'No. I like that.'
'But, is that safe?'
'What's safe anyway? It's not like I'm gonna let him pop his load if I've got a gashing wound in my mouth'
'Oh. Wait. Shhhhh. Hi Erin.'
'Hi'
'How long were you there?'
'Sorry, I was listening in. You know what me and my boyfriend like?'
'What?'
'When I take this old serrated kitchen knife out and run it across his cock till he comes. Drives us both crazy. We love it.'
'A knife?'
'Yeah, you should both try it! Oh, gotta get back there! Later!'
pause
'Erin is a freak.'
'Yep. Issues.'


'I wonder if there is a fetish around socklets. Seems like there should be.'

'There are four people sitting on a blanket in Golden Gate Park eating. I guess it is a picnic. I don't get this concept. Is that supposed to be fun? Most worrying'

'Lounge singers need more work. Maybe that is why radio stations still use cheesy jingles --- hits coast to coast! 92.5 FM'



'You know, I've never even known a sex worker. Kind of interesting to be involved with someone who was a sex worker.'
'What do you mean?'
'Well, you were a sex worker for a while back in the early 90's.'
'I was? Oh, yeah. Yeah. I guess I was.'
(according to the on line dictionary I was a sex worker. ok. whatever)

'You're such a cute young thing!'
'But, I thought you said I was a hot hard rubber thing last week."
'Oh, honey -- you were and you still are!'

'The same old lady is always on the same corner every work day starting at 7am and is still there at 3pm. She has been setting up shop like this for over six months now. She sells beads which she must have strung into necklaces. They are so ugly. No one ever seems to stop by her tiny table. She always looks so sad. However, for the past couple of weeks an old man has been sitting with her. They do not appear to speak to each other but she is always smiling now. I like to think she is in love. Still. No one stops to look at or buy her ugly homemade necklaces. Maybe I should buy one.'