Some blah with a sprinkle of blahblahblah
I’m all… bleh today.
The air conditioner isn’t cooling the whole house so I had to block off the kitchen doorway – which improved things a lot but now the kitchen and bathroom are stifling and I can’t work up the energy to get in the tub. Isn’t that awful? Added to it I don’t want to cook so we had sammiches for the second night in a row for dinner and I ate almost half a package of Oreos today.
Oy.
On the good side of life, Taylor picked up my motorcycle yesterday. It’s red and pretty and just the right size for me but it needs a bit of carb work before I can attempt to learn to ride it cuz it’s been sitting for a couple years.
I’m not sure if I’m glad about that or sad. Heh. I’m excited and happy and I want to already know how to ride and just take off and zoom all over. But I’m really, really scared about learning to ride.
This is the bike, btw –
It’s a 1985 Yamaha XJ 700 Maxim.
Taylor keeps talking about wanting to do this, that and the other thing to it and I keep saying no, no, no, no, no, no, no it’s MINE and you can’t modify a single thing until I’ve ridden it and decided how *I* want *my* bike.
Damn it.
And, yeah, sure, he could over rule me and just… do shit. But he’s being awfully cool about it. In fact, he sort of grins like a little kid every time I get possessive over it; probably cuz I insisted for so long I didn’t want one at all.
I think he’s glad I’m taking to it and actually wanting it.
The first time he tries to paint a pinstripe or add chrome I didn’t ask for I’ll likely bite his hand off.
Heh.
We do need to do some work on the leather bags that came with it, though. They’re old and worn and need to be oiled and sewn in a few places. Probably be replaced eventually but for now, they’ll do just fine. I kind of like when things look a little worn, anyhow.
Not much else to say.
I got my Form 6 and the Lovemoiselle Cecile in the mail yesterday. I was fucking gobsmacked when I saw both of them in my assignment cart over on EF. I always wondered what folks felt like when they got totally fabulous stuff like LELO toys (especially that Olga. BD must have nearly had heart failure when she saw that one) and Liberator stuff and the Sasi and the Sinnflut line or the Wevibe. Or like Njoy or goldfrau or some of the wood or Phallix stuff. I think these are the first really “wow” toys I’ve gotten. Not that I haven’t gotten some fanfuckingtastic stuff but it’s usually stuff I like that no one else does. Heh.
I guess we all get a turn and it must have been mine.
What else?
Nada, I guess. This whole working, getting up at a normal hour thing is whipping my ass this week. (Mostly cuz I’m not getting to sleep early enough) I’m gonna go eat some more Oreos. Take a cool bath. Pop an Ambien. And get some damned sleep!
Maybe then I’ll have the energy to post about my suspension like I’ve been wanting to all week.
p.s. If one more person tweets about Michael Jackson, Farrah Fawcett or Ed McMahon, I’m going to stab myself in the temple with my Galileo thermometer thingy.
Our house is like yours. We have only a/c window units, and it gets stifling hot in the kitchen. Add the fact that the moron who built this place made the washer & dryer hookups in the freaking kitchen and it’s like Satan’s asshole in there.
P.S. No no no! Stab THEM!
We have NO ac and our house is split level so the main living area (and our bedroom) is in the upstairs portion. I have zero sympathy for your hot bathroom. So there!
I’m hot and grumpy, btw.
Very pretty bike. I wonder if Taylor is going to paint it pink.
Oh! and hey! Did you hear Michael Jackson died??
:-P
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Honest to gods, he wanted to paint it white with pink.
Even *I* am not going to ride around on a pink motorcycle, god damn it.
Well, unless it was really cool.
I know this is shitty but… did Michael Jackson really die? Last time I looked at CNN last night, they were still saying he was in a coma. Matter of fact, the only media source I knew had claimed to confirm his death was TMZ. Imma go look it up.
.-= Melen’s Rayne´s last blog ..Babble is My Middle Name =-.
As evidenced by the fact that there is, apparently, NO OTHER NEWS IN THE WORLD, he is dead.
Fer sure.
I had a sad. I liked him.
I’m over it now though.
.-= kaya´s last blog ..It’s Not Nice To Mess With Mother Nature =-.
Well, if he wasn’t dead when I looked at the news last, he apparently is now.
Is it so wrong that I don’t really care when celebrities die? They’re just people I don’t know. Ah well.
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Oh! And it’s so not fair that you have your own bike. So not fair.
I think I’m done commenting now. Lol.
I’m taking away your coffee for the morning!
Or stealing a third of your energy. I could use it.
So.
M’s company uses “the best spam filter known to man”. Supposedly. But all my friends’ stuff that I forget to whitelist (like, say, comment subscriptions?) gets caught in the filter while a ton of penis enlarger mail comes through. That’s why it’s taken me five days to say:
NO! Not the coffee! Coffee-stealing is cruel and unusual punishment. *nods*
.-= Melen’s Rayne´s last blog ..Reveling in My Sexuality =-.
Well, a big penis is WAY more important than coffee stealing comments, don’t you know?
omgomgomgOMG–I’m totally jealous of your bike. Hells yeah I’d paint it the same pink as your hair. That would be totally rockin’ and then get ya pink leathers & some embroidery work done..& start a new girl gang & wear satin “Pink Ladies” jackets. Oh wait, I think that was Grease. lmao. Sorry, couldn’t resist ;)
Anyway, I’ve wanted a motorcycle since I was old enough to ride my trike across the yard to the neighbor’s Harley & drool. With my back messed up, it’s not likely that I can have one of my own–so I get rides from friends when the mood strikes. Dammit, I want to NOW though. LOL.
Srsly though, I’m w/ Taylor..how about a pearl white–with pink metallic overlay? Then it wouldn’t be obvious pink until you were close to it. It is awful pretty – just-as-is – so it would be a hard decision to make.
Who’s Michael Jackson? If there’s a chance he goes heaven, I hope Elvis punches him in the face. Wait. That’s prolly not allowed in heaven. Dammit all to hell. LOL.
And what’s air conditioning? Jeez, it’s only June. And I’m like 400 miles(or more) south of you & Kaya. I save my fainting from heat until August, then I whine.A.LOT. lol.
Love the motorcycle! Ride on, girl!
Heh. We normally wait on the a/c, too, until mid July at least.
But, fucking hell, it was in the nineties with a hundred something heat index on Wednesday. I couldn’t wait or I’d never have slept. I’m getting to be a sissy in my old age. :P