l.z.
less than holy here though. but it's on its way to being somewhat cleaner. there's nothing more stupid than sleeping through the night and getting up with the birds to clean. it screws up my timing. it screws up my "schedule". but it's gorgeously warm out and i need to take advantage of window "openage". i need to scrub the bathroom tile floor and the tub and be able to ventilate with warm kind air. and so i sit here, taking a little cleaning break, in my scrubs and bandana and hospital slippers, the kind that are made of terrycloth with a slice of rubber for the sole. and i'm blasting kashmir with the treble turned down low so that i don't freak kitty out and i'm about due for a beer but i'm trying to lose a little weight, but i guess the spinning class i signed up for later this evening will negate the beer, so maybe i'll have it anyway....
tell me, how in the heck can a white english boy have so much fucken soul? i mean, just answer me that. i've dated many a white boy and they:
1. couldn't dance
2. had no sense of soul
so why is it that these white english and/or irish guys straight from europe, how is it that they know soul? they know groove? they ooze sex-o-peal?
ah well...
i'll have to make sure to get back on my regular schedule...it's just hard sleeping through a beautiful day. you know...carpe diem. carpe man, carpe diem...
ps.
we here in nyc have a guest...should make for interesting driving. i'm staying clear of the east side.
i dare say, though, perhaps this visit will inspire less ny'er coldness...