You know, I could really use some romance about now. (I thought I would never say or type those words - call the Weekly World News!) My problem is that I keep ending up with idiots who think I need 'taking care of' - doesn't it sound like they want to take a person out back and shoot them when they say that?? That's what you always say in the movies just before the poor slob gets it - "Take care of him, Rudy..."
Nope - I'm through with that. I don't need taking care of - I like living, thank you very much. An equal would be very much appreciated...I would like someone who doesn't mind having alone time and isn't into togetherness 24 hours a day. I'm not even all that interested in sex (:::the trees bend with the force of the collective gasp:::)...then again...maybe I am - if it's good.
Is the Firewolf turning into a horn dog? Or has it simply been asleep and/or lurking underneath all this time?? Does the Firewolf simply need more pack mates?
Only The Shadow knows...
I was really looking forward to seeing the comet these last few days - all that you're supposed to do is find the Big Dipper and look down. It must be a big bust because I haven't seen crap in three days. Comet, you'd think that you'd make a bigger impression since you're not going to be back for 30,000 years. Be a Diva, girl. Be a Diva.
Oh yeah - since the last entry, I've joined an exercise e-list. Somehow, I have come out with the most minutes so far and I don't feel like I've done much at all. (I don't think that I'm an overachiever...) I've done a few Deer Walks (count so far - 15 deer and about 6 wild turkey); built a butterfly sipper and done a few other things. Yep...at this rate, I'll be ready to hike the A.T. in about 2048. For the record - I'll be 78 years old then. I can't even imagine that.
I went back up to the Mennonite settlement last weekend to get some fresh veggies - I didn't see that guy I saw last time...would I even know him if I did? There was one pretty cute guy by the side of the road, clearing a fence row who even stopped what he was doing to wave...yep, I think I'm answering my own question here about turning into a horn dog. How long has it been? Years and years and years...I beginning to think that Margaret Cho is right - after two years, you go back to being a virgin.
Heck, at this rate, I'll be an embryo at about 5 this afternoon.