*sigh*
I have a session with my therapist in 30 minutes. I'd forgotten how much I dislike talking to a therapist. Now I'm dreading it. Wishing instead I could just crawl under the covers and not come out... ever.
-Chel
I have a session with my therapist in 30 minutes. I'd forgotten how much I dislike talking to a therapist. Now I'm dreading it. Wishing instead I could just crawl under the covers and not come out... ever.
So today Heal the Bay came and set up two big salt water tanks with sea cucumbers, starfish, sea stars, giant snails, sea urchins. And you can put your hand in the tank and pet them. So of course I'm petting them. The sea cucumbers are really, really soft like velvet. So soft you almost can't feel them. The sea urchins are spiny and they grab onto your finger. I notice that there's all this white stuff coming out of one of the sea urchins. So I say to the Heal the Bay person "What's all that white stuff?" "Oh, it's reproducing." Apparently all the "stimulation" caused it to reproduce. Nice.
Fortune cookie wisdom "Stop searching. Happiness will come to you." And tonight it will be in the form of Mexican wrestling - Lucha Va Voom.
Just when I think my life is settled down, nothin' much happening *BAM* trouble, with a capital T. I had lunch with Mr. Nebraska today. Just a lunch but it was a very hot and sweaty lunch. I'm dating someone, he's dating someone and all I can think about is sucking on his soft, plump, bottom lip.
I had really strange dreams last night. I dreamt about RZ, his wife and their two kids. We hooked up, RZ and I that is. Afterward I was taking a shower in his bedroom, the shower was literally in the middle of his bedroom, water was going everywhere - all over the bedroom, the bed and the carpet was getting soaked. Then his wife and their two kids came in and got into bed. She wanted to know why I was wearing one of RZ's t-shirts. I just kept thinking how tacky she was.