Seemingly endless days where the sun is shining, a breeze is blowing, the clock is ticking slowly, the coffee is flowing freely, strong and dark. The music keeps me company while I sit outside, keeping Taylor company while he tinkers with the bike.

It shades me from the sun and allows me to sit out here with the laptop during the day, getting off my desk so I don’t feel all trapped and stuck in the same place, day after day, hour after hour. It gives me a place to sit, like tonight, in candlelight with a glass of wine and type away.

t’s the buzzword these days. It’s something I’m constantly being accused of not being. It’s, basically, being accepting of other sexualities, genders, kinks, preferences. It’s not ridiculing others for their sexuality, it’s…

Let’s start remembering it’s about being equal, not the same. Choice, not force

I have a right to personal space and personal opinions. To BE a person.

My most recent Twitter status: The voices are hollering at me for eating an entire 5 oz of Twizzlers. Must stab Twizzler in ear to shut them up.

Because my brain is scattered, you get bullets…

So I was sitting at the kitchen table, feeling all in tune with nature, watching the rain splash against my patio doors and run in racing rivulets down the glass…

So I just brewed myself a huge mug of coffee (pour over – meh, not as good as press) on a night I said I wasn’t going to do coffee and was going to sleep early….

I? Am officially a grown up.  We bought our very first lawn mower today. New. From the lawn mower store.  It’s red and shiny. It mulches!  And Taylor actually went and bought it cuz the lawn mower store makes me almost comatose with boredom. We’re a very stereotypical couple.  He hates going into Target or [...]

A soliloquy of cleaning info and anal warnings is just so much hot air when what I want to know is how good a SEX TOY works.

*sigh sigh sigh*

Even sitting here, happily drinking coffee (Kona this morning) and blogging…

My messy house calls, the wasted time taunts.

Right. It’s time to unplug. To shut it off. To take a deep breath and fucking let it go. Because life? Because the moment? Being IN the moment?

That IS life.

Take that, template. I fucking win! I win. I win. I win. I kicked your cheap, shitty code having ASS.

Really?

We’re advocating not taking responsibility for our actions now?

My facebook status reads “This being sick thing? It’s starting to suck ass. All week? Seriously? Fuck you, sick.”

And there’s the fact that I can work from my bed, naked, on Sunday. I never quite feel right doing that on Monday.

Put down the iPhone, turn off twitter, close your feed reader…

Shut it all down, shut it all off and go be good to yourself for an hour. You do not have to do that one more thing, take care of this one last item. Just… pause. You’ll thank yourself for it, I promise.

I’m flopped out in bed with the lappy, all toasty warm in my new jammies, Taylor snoring softly beside me, a hot cup of vanilla butter rum coffee on the nightstand, the urge to write strong…

And yet I can’t gather up my thoughts properly to spit anything out.

A pap smear reminder? Way better than that fuzzy peach and white striped sweater I got one year. Way. Better.

Why is it so cool when “mean” guys do sweet things?

And then I ate it all in two days again. With these flakey rolls I got from the bakery. They were like croissants, only rolls. Crazy good. Flakey pastry is like magic.

Taylor slept until one then took a nap from four until five. I’m envious. I want sleep, crazy, whenever I want it sleep, damn it.

I spilled coffee, dribbled soup down my shirt, tripped up the stairs, stubbed my toe and smacked my head on a door frame. My bCurious didn’t get here today, my blog footer is showing up crazily for most FF users and I have a headache.