yes, it's nearly 5 pm.
i get a few perks for being a housewife, after all.
and one of them is SHOWERING WHENEVER I DAMN WELL PLEASE.
i was showering.
and thinking of my blog--
i was imagining describing to you the OCD with which i organize my shower supplies.
then i realized i was wrong...
see, i was going to tell you how silly i am
that i arrange the bottles in order of usage from left to right.
upon closer inspection, i discovered that this is incorrect.
but then, there i was...
in the shower, thinking of blogging.
and i thought...
well, at least i could tell them my shower routine.
just for shits and giggles.
wash face with wet, wrung-out wash cloth.
re-wet hair, add shampoo
wash face with mary kay stuff
(do NOT let your mind wander...just because i mentioned a lesbian DURING my shower routine!!! come on...please? okay, fine. but when you're done, keep reading)
where was I?
that's actually the point where i would masturbate if i felt like it.
and then i would rinse my hair.
gotta get the max benefit from the conditioner, right??
i fucked it allll up.
i was going to make a smooth transition from the conditioner to the self-lovin'.
but i got distracted by telling you to not be distracted...
i annoy the shit out of myself sometimes.
...most of the time.
okay, nearly ALL the time.
since it is 5 pm and i have just showered,
(yes i'm still nude)
i must get busy prepping dinner.
(no, not nude)
the other thing i was thnking about is how un-, anti-, in-, non-, under-creative i feel sometimes.
i feel like a soggy old rag.
my entire soul is on fire and my head can't keep up with all the thoughts pouring through me.
and other times...
the mundane drive along a familiar route becomes charged with beauty--
and not just from the mountains and sunset themselves...
but also from the beauty in the heart of one far away in time and space.