43 more sleeps til the kids are home. And just 12 days after that--well, eleven really, annual Cougar visit part deux--lovingly titled "Cougaritaville". I cannot wait. Despite the mind blowing busyness of it all, and the vast conspiracy going on in my body to either shut down or blow up, I'm so looking forward to all the summer is bringing! (oh, except the heat and the bugs--but then, bugs here aren't that big a deal, when it's put in perspective)(keep them flip flops away from the damned woodpile!!)
Pride week started, and I have five days to get this damned speech done. I keep turning into Larry Kramer half way through, wanting to verbally strangle my community for being a bunch of lazy gossiping clueless idjits! But I love them, heaven help me, like I could love nothing else, and so...back to the writing board as they say. I'm sure it won't be quite as funny as last year, and they loved me last year--not vain, just true--but I hope to inspire, or at least mock a little.
Yeah, Sentinel is still getting me off, but my heart aches more than my box most days, and it drives me back to XF--Shane mentioned how hopelessly insane I am in my fandoms, and I can't argue with him. But jeez, what's a single gal with sexual dysfunction supposed to do? I mean, sure, I could go out to the str8 bars, find some chubby chaser and get fucked, but where's the point in that? Besides, I don't want to fuck women, or fuck anyone who would fuck a woman, so....(see Shane's point) Anyway, all my really good friends knew from the get go that I was snapping nuts, so it's not like they didn'tknow what they were getting into. Well, except for maybe Dorian, but he's too scared to back out now *LOL