non sequitur

here i am, at the end of the day, packing up to go home for a home-cooked meal. my mom cooks my dinner. i eat and say how great it is. truthfully. a fly has been buzzing in my swanky office (i say swanky because i realize only recently that having an office to yourself is a luxury - i even have my own thermostat to boot) and i am hoping it will die from overexertion and lack of food. i also learnt a lesson today about myself - when the going gets tough, i tell myself "be good". i want to be so good i can leave and be loved elsewhere. yeah, that's my ego talking. anyhoo, that's how i motivate myself. did i mention my friends think i'm a workaholic? i think they are crazy, between E and myself there's only room for 1 workaholic and it ain't me.

between the buzzing fly (do you know that flies don't bite here, the ones in the midwest do! goodness gracious!) and my buzzing mind, this song plays and plays...and i just want to leave it in this blog...

To hand-crafted beers made in local breweries

To yoga, to yogurt, to rice and beans and cheese

To leather, to dildos, to curry vindaloo

To huevos rancheros and Maya Angelou

Emotion, devotion, to causing a commotion

Creation, vacation

Mucho masturbation

believe me, the d* word sends fuschia to my cheeks, the best i can do is to allude to it in a song...~exp

(La Vie Boheme lyrics, excerpted from the musical Rent)