Opportunity

I always do this. I get so worked up over an "if". An "if" isn't a real thing until it's not an "if" anymore. And anything can change. And anything did.

Opportunity comes and goes. Feast or famine. Drought or flood. Last night I was asking "why does this always happen to me" when it was still an "if". Now it's not.

Why does this always happen to me?

And no, I don't want to talk about it. I'm done.

JDM

Lyrics I Like

There was staring and seclusion,
A fine tuned way of motion,
A face wrapped for a suitor,
The sound of hearts
pumping at the same beat,
Coming 'round the corner,
In almost all directions,
A sense of heat
that I couldn't bare to touch,
No, I couldn't bare it.

Kenneth Andersson

The Swedish Milk Corporation

Gemini


From the book "Lilla Pussboken" (Little Kisses)

Old habits die.

Surfer One
Peacocks and pizza nights
Beaches and broken hearts
Distance and Dave Matthews
I don't even know you anymore
Goodbye Surfer One



Enigmatic & Maddening
Spikes from Spokane
You were young
Nervous and noncommital
Then you were gone
Wishing and wistful
Goodbye Enigmatic & Maddening

Dubious Villain
Ruthless rake
Cunning charmer
Music and mistakes
You seem very well-matched
and for that I am happy
Goodbye Dubious Villain

Must... empty... brain...

It's Sunday and my mind is going too fast for such a lazy day. So here goes...

I went to the gym last night and noticed the distinct lack of these girls. But then I thought, of course! It's Saturday night. They're not here because they're at their other jobs. The tourists on The Strip would certainly miss the Hooters girls and strippers dancers. LOL Sorry, was that a bit bitchy? Oh, and remember what I said about nothing being safe? I just notice my gym is decorated in neon, too.

I had the strangest set of dreams last night. Maybe I was exhausted from the gym because I normally only dream when I'm really, really, tired. Especially the weird dreams. I call those "fever dreams" because they tend to happen when my body gets too hot at night. Going into detail won't make sense of the first one (which was rather morbid, actually), and the others had to do with: 1: My father getting sick of the tv's in my house, putting them all in the trunk of his car and starting to buy me a flat-screen (this is the severe wishful thinking part of my brain), 2: Me "overbooking" my house, and having my best friend stay with me but also telling a few other friends that they could have the guest room. I never saw these friends in the dream, but apparently they ran out of closet space because I found their clothes in my refrigerator. Oh, and there was my butler, Rupert. I watched that new show High Maintenance 90210 last night, so I'm thinking that was my subconscious peeking out there.

I got an envelope in the mail yesterday from the booking agent (and girlfriend, I believe) of an opera singer I sometimes hire at the Village. The envelope contained a check fro $225.00. I forgot from the first time I was at the Village that she paid referrals for bookings. It's not why I hire them, and I don't want by boss to think that. So I'm going to show him the check and ask him what he thinks. I wouldn't feel right about keeping it if he didn't know. He's pretty cool so I'm sure it'll be ok, but it will make me feel better either way. I only hire this group about 3 times a year, so he can be pretty assured I'm not using them as a source of income.

Happy New Year!

JDM