I am just..

...loving some of these icons ya'll have. Especially the not-so-G-rated ones. Bra-VA.
Another day at work. Hopefully, barring ER visits/trauma-drama, I will be able to blow off a little steam in chat tonight. Crossing fingers for an utterly boring day.
One kinda cool thing: Candy the evil walnut-sized-brain redneck quit yesterday. For a ten-cent raise. Only thing is..it increases my hours and my guilt over job-hunting. Whatyagonnado.
Thanks for wise advice from wise and beautiful heads.

A rather boring day.

Ahhhhh. Just what I'd hoped for.

Started a nifty powerlifting routine today. Yeah, that's right. The butch in me is coming out.

Starting small, of course, but have the best coach in the world..very patient..won't let me get away with whining or putzing out..makes me laugh like hell, especially at myself. And I just cannot argue with the results he himself has gotten...So far, it's fun--and you can *really* feel it..and it is a positive way to burn off stress. I am *really* excited about it..but must add some more cardio. Kinda sucks that my poor old exercise bike squeaks and creaks so loud that one cannot even hear the television over it (I wear headphones, so I can't hear it)! It is really embarrassing. (Rusty old piece of shit, but hey..ten bucks at a yard sale, lol!) They all complain, but tough shit. A half a damn hour a day is not too much to ask, you know?

Reading that post about Sean not attending the wrap party..I am disturbed by it, to say the least. I'm hoping, of course, that it is more bullshit from the anti-DomLijah crowd, but just cannot say. I guess, like everything else, we will never know.

The thought of Sean in Amsterdam?

"WHAT A WASTE." LOL!

Be back later..got to do a reading..*sigh*

Blah, blah, blah..

The tender wound
of your mouth-downcast --
that full, hypnotic landscape;
of subtle curves and
paralyzing sweetness --
cries to me in silence.

In moments sheared from time
and frozen
here and there --
it sings such songs!
Of longings
yet unnamed out loud,
laments unrecognized.

Hiding little,
despite
all Best Foot Forward..
Despite
the camouflage so bright
of blinding smiles and
rousing, confident words
all used
to build
the face you wear for flashbulbs.

Despite
the outside light
that chases
inner shadows spanning vast;
it shows
the secret shadows grow..
This Show of Shows can't last;
and soon,
the final curtain.

Despite
that mask of hearty laughter,
and the Might that makes the Man;
the night is long inside this
crowded house and
somewhere dark,
alone,
the child confesses.