9:22 a.m. - 2005-04-25
So now, I have a dildo, but no key to open the box it lives in. Could I be more of an idiot? And I can't just replace it. I've never seen as high quality a piece as this one in a store, and the house party company I bought it from is no longer selling it. They have some cheap bunny piece of shite, but no pearl panthers anymore.
Anyone have a blow torch they could open the metal file box with without damaging the merchandise?
And to top it all off, H was out Saturday night and was in such a pissy mood that it wasn't even worth the energy to try to jump him. He was pissy and standoffish all night, till I finally passed out on Sully's couch at 3am and THEN, he got all sweet, and tucked me in, and stared at me for a few minutes before taking off to the H abode.
Which was fine, because I had my BOB in the car for when I got home. But, you know the story there...
All tragic events aside, I am HOME my friends. The town has welcomed me with open arms, there are big ugly men in the neighborhood, I have a tab at the coffee house downstairs, and I have been initiated into the town Arts Society. This happened when I went downstairs for a coffee and ran into a Poetry Reading where I met writers, water color and oil painters, sculptors and more. As liberal as they come, and warm as hot cinnamon rolls right out of the oven. I was greeted, and questioned and given a membership without reservation.
And, I've been sleeping like a lamb since the day I moved in.