snowing again

what?

so you came for porn and got the weather, did ya?

it's a sick, sad world...

i was so tired last night that i actually fell asleep around 11. that's probably the earliest i've gone to sleep in a year or more. of course, i was then awakened every hour by one of the boys crying. they were sick. all better today, thank the lord. cuz if i had to miss another day at the gym...i'd lose it.

Pink Floyd on the playlist in my head...

so
so you think you can tell--
heaven from hell,
blue skies from pain?
can you tell a green field
from a cold steel rail?
a smile from a veil?
do you think you can tell?

did they get you to trade
your heros for ghosts?
hot ashes for trees
hot air for a cool breeze
cold comfort for change?
did you exchange
a walk on part in your war
for a lead role in a cage?

how i wish
how i wish you were here
we're just two lost souls
swimming in a fish bowl
year after year
running over the same old ground
what have we found?
the same old fears
wish you were here.

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okay, who's up for an early edition of FANTASY FRIDAY???

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as i turn off the shower, the doorbell rings.

I wrap a towel around myself and hope it's someone i know.

you're standing there with a big box under your arm, dressed in brown.

(what can brown do for me? i'm asking myself suggestively)

so taken aback by the beauty of you, i forget to warn you that when i open this door a big pile of snow is going to fall on you. stupid house. (god bless it...)

you are startled and swear under your breath.

i fumble an apology and invite you in to dry off.

against the rules, you murmur

but you're all wet...I say. and cold...

your eyes tell me the rules are made to be broken, as you step across the threshhold into my warm kitchen.

there is a moment of awkward silence, and then you say, do you have a towel?

without a word i hand you the one i'm wrapped in.

slowly, you dry your hair, taking in the view.

you drop the towel and step closer.

you should probably throw that shirt in the dryer

i reach up and begin to unbutton your shirt.

the phone rings, startling us both.

i reach over and unplug it.

grabbing your waistband, i pull you to me for a deep, hard kiss.

stepping out of your pants, you lower me gently to the table and show me exactly what brown can do for me.

thank god for table cloths...