can't think of anything clever to go here.

and that feels kinda funny.
okay, so maybe "clever" is stretching it a bit.
but whatever.
i don't need some fancy title just so i can fill this page with brain vomit.

i hate this time of year.
well, mostly i love this time of year...
but what i hate about it is that i like my house to be the perfect temperature ALL THE TIME.
i keep it 72 in here, summer and winter.
and right now, it's really cold when i get up, so i am tempted to turn on the furnace.
but then, it gets hot outside.
bah.
yes, i could put on a robe, or a sweatshirt or a frigging fur coat.
but that's a whole other set of neuroses, so let's not go there.
bottom line?
i'm fucking freezing right now.
(it's 67 degrees in here...)
odd that 5 degrees makes such a huge difference.
hey, awesome!!--i'm a crotchety old lady already!!
but i don't think i have room for another personality...
i already have a dirty old man and a teenage boy rattling around upstairs.
and, frankly, an old lady would kick both their asses and i really don't have the kinda drugs it would take to deal with that.

aw, speaking of sweet old ladies...
my grandmother's sister died this week.
i only met her once--
they were both over 90 at the time and neither of them could hear worth a shit.
it was really cute to watch them (try to) have a conversation.
my grandmother was one of my favorite people on the earth.
such a tough, no-nonsense lady.
and yet she had a great sense of humor--and one of the best Maine accents ever.
but i got her nose, and that's something we're going to have words over, in the after-life!!
hahahahaha.

so, the chill aside, today is a beautiful day.
it is a new day.
full of hope and expectations.
it is a clean slate, an empty canvas...
to fill with everything and anything i want.
i'll probably start by doing something stupid,
then fill the rest of the day by trying to fix it.
...how's that for optimism?
okay, fine, maybe i'll change the world today.
maybe i'll finally figure out how to travel thousands of miles in the blink of an eye.
you know, i actually almost achieved that the other day.
it was intense.
and no, no drugs were involved.
that's the beauty of being me...
i can be as crazy as an acid-tripping coke whore with just water and a good night's sleep.
and did i say "beauty"?
i think i meant something else.
but i can't think of what that would be.
i'm such a fucking gemini.
the happiest person i know, and the one with the deepest pinings, too.
i love that word.
but i do wish there was a less-wisconsin-state-mascot-filled way to say that...
i mean, what do we have?
yearn, pine, ache, hanker, desire, languish...
bleh.
waaaay too romance-novel.
anywho.
all i'm saying is: i'm content and restless at the same time.
how 'bout that?

so last night the husband and i were doing our thang.
wink-wink.
my first orgasm of the night was followed by a murmur of,
"if i didn't love you...and you did that to me? i would say i loved you..."
I'm just full of classics.
nothing will ever compare to the "I love you"/"you're a faggot" exchange, but i'm sure i'll keep putting my foot in my mouth for years to come...
hey--a girl who can put her foot in her mouth, is actually quite a bonus.
(...bendy...)

so i think that's enough torture for today.
if you haven't had enough, let me know.
and i'll do an audio post of me singing all the theme songs to my kids' favorite shows.
(okay, not really. that would be enough to drive even the horniest prison inmate to never visit my site again.)
hey, are any of you prison inmates??
if so, i could really use a new penpal...

have a good day, and give a good day/head.