06/13/00
"...maybe you ride a different wave...maybe you catch another ray of the sun that I've just begun to feel..."
Miss Marie has her panties in a wad because of certain other chroniclers' references to "pieces of meat" (and not in discussions of dinner plans, either). I am probably every bit as guilty (or have been), so I will propose this not-so-much-retraction-but-moreso-explanation...at least from my own perspective...I can't speak for the masses, nor do I want to:
I doubt there are really a slew of people out there who truly, honestly go for the "piece of meat" mentality. I think that a lot of us have had to separate "sex" and "love" or "sex" and "emotion" or whatever in an effort to keep ourselves from totally going off the deep end and moving to cabins in Montana. (Don't y'all just wish I'd up and fucking move already so I'd quit mentioning that?) Personally, I'm not at all sure that it's POSSIBLE to have a purely physical encounter...one way or another, one or both of the parties involved are going to feel a little more than just that...and someone's going to get screwed. Yes, physical attraction is purely that--physical--but it's virtually impossible to actually "justify your love" without someone feeling something. As hard as you may try.
A perfect example...I would love to just have down and dirty hot sweaty breeder sex with a certain fella who walks his dog near my house...and not have it mean jack shit to either one of us...but I have a feeling that my interest in him is piqued and a heavy duty snogging session would only exacerbate that.
I don't know anyone who can let someone else know something about them so sacred and secret as what noises you make at the brink of orgasm and not feel SOME sort of connection. Except maybe for most men.
But that's a whole other can of worms, kids.
I'll have to add more to this later. I still have a fucking headache even though I actually made it to work today--Go, Me. My job is every bit as sucky as it was when I left on Friday...maybe more, now that I can see that there may be a light at the end of this very, very dark tunnel...
Megan is at school all night tonight so again I will be home alone. My mission (should I choose to accept it) is to attempt to rid the basement of the cat piss stench. Yes, my basement smells like a fucking 80-year-old woman's house. Yes, it's fucking gross. Yes, I've been too lazy to fuck with it. Yes, Megan's been riding my ass about it again. Only now she's after me to get rid of the cats, too. She can be a real bitch.
I can actually update from home now. My computer still isn't fixed yet but Megan did get the VirginConnect.com web player via UPS yesterday. Hot damn. It's kind of slow but faster than my piece of shit. That's really sad when you consider how much I still owe on the fucking thing.
Anyway, I'll have to save the rest of my pearls of wisdom for then. And my further unfolding drama with the boy and his dog...
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