Moving Into The 2nd Half Of 2010, Scraping My Shoes On The Curb, And Leaving A Bunch Of Shit Behind Me

(Or as they say, we now return to our regularly-scheduled programming.)

First half of 2010, well 2nd Quarter at least, was beyond fucked up. You have to give me that, at least. Was Mercury retrograde or something?

So now Independence Day has passed, and I'm going back to being In-dee-pen-dent (just like Rudolph and Hermie).

Already outed myself on this blog and the other one, too. I'll be opening that one up pretty soon, because why have one public pool and one restricted pool? What do I think I am, some kind of country club? Come on in, the more the merrier. Let's get wet together.

Ignore the U-Haul filled with 2000 pounds of fertilizer that's parked at the end of your driveway. Needs other chemicals and a detonator to blow. So it's just landscaping stuff. Harmless.

Gotta buckle back down at work because I have let shit seriously slide, and for a little while and now I know how some of my coworkers feel ALL THE TIME.

Been working on some kind of balance between spending time out in the world with people and spending enough time alone to replenish. I've come to remember that this is imperative for me. Some people have to be out dancing through the crowds all the time, and I like that too, but sometimes I need to just shut DOWN and not talk to a soul for a couple of days. (You may have heard me call this "crawling under the porch.") I won't feel bad for doing this.

Standing back with ironic amusement, waiting with a Wanda Sykes neck swivel and my arms crossed for someone to step up to his own words, while I say, "MMMMM-hm. Yeah, I'll believe THAT when I see it." (Surprise me. I dare you. You might have a little wicked fun for once.)

Time to put away the Pocket Rocket and get back to basics, by which I mean my cracked-open and then glued-back-together watch-out-there-are-still-some-sharp-edges heart, my oh-so-filthy mind, and my own two capable hands.

I'll let you watch. Because I know you like that.

Come on, don't be scared.

Handle me, fondle me, but don't finger me -- unless specifically invited to do so. Oh, and when you're invited, keep your eyes on mine. The entire universe is right -- there. And right there. And yes, oh, there.

You ready? I am. Feel that.

Me love you lonnnng time