Filling the Space

 Boy's gone till tomorrow.  Feels different to do all the normal things-- music loud, wandering around naked and sprawling around the livingroom.  I guess it's cause there's only me who needs my attention.

Breakfast with Patti, afternoon hangouts with Bevan, evening will tell me what I need from it when I get there.

Sunshine like there's no tomorrow.

Dear Universe

Time is supposed to keep things from happening all at once.  Please, I would like it to continue to work.  I no longer want to be upset about things before they have happened.  I should not feel them approaching from the future like some sort of ominous wall.  I no longer want to cry about people before the things that hurt me happen; I would prefer to feel upset afterwards, like a normal person.

Additionally, what's this thing about coincidences?  If three time's the charm, I don't wanna see what the third thing I get cancelled on is.

PS Thanks for sending me a shoulder to cry on that doesn't hit on me, and returning an old one.  It's really appreciated.

Dirty Thirties, Ovulation, and Sex

 Cut so you can avoid reading about these things if you like.  I warn you, I'm not shy, and I'm not writing porn.

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So I think that's all about that for now, but I realise I haven't been talking a lot about some of this stuff cause I've felt weird airing it out in public lately.  Not sure how I feel about that-- I know I don't want to share details about how and what with who (that's not mine to share) but it's an area of myself I continue to learn a lot about and writing surely helps me to recognise patterns and learn from the actual stuff that happens to me.

Anyhow, nothing more to see here.  If I don't cut these damn fingernails I'll never have a decent entry to post.