Last Day.

So, today is my LAST FULL-TIME WORK DAY!!!!! Enough said. I went Bake 'n Cakes this morning and got this awesome 10" tie-dyed cake with "Oboe Mania" written on it. It was a bit pricey but worth it; creamy icing, moist cake. However, I'd like more chocolate flavor - it's a bit weak. I need something stronger. But, it's still good. Really good. I should've gotten Irish cream or something special-ordered...

Anne from the string shop got me a teapot and bag of tea from World Market - SO SWEET! As if I didn't love her enough!! Totally not expected - I LOVE good surprises!

Sitting here @ lunch provides an interesting profile of people. I've discovered that I really need to get it on with a DILF. Like, bad. There are a few that come around here (Frandor Panera) and site all happy with their wives and kids. It makes me roll my eyes and think, "Dude. Come on. You dress like a gay man, you have a nice job, looks like lots of money (must be to support those damn kids & wife), so why are you wasting it all on them? I'm a much better value. And probably much better in bed." Grrr. Stupid attractive straights. They're so missing out. Like the hot UPS dude that comes by on a daily basis.

Speaking of sex, I've pondering how my priorities have changed to be centered around it a fairly large amount of time. I mean, it seems like I'm ALWAYS using it as a second motive for doing things. Is this normal? LIke, if I had to break down my life, it seems like the 3 things that most concern me are: money, music, and sex. I've been told that thinking about the one thing that makes the world go 'round ($$), the thing I love and hope to make $$ off of (music) and personal gratification (sex) is perfectly normal and acceptable. Maybe sex is like my getting drunk, smoking, getting high, etc. It seems no one likes to talk about it in public, particularly the breeders. How lame. So, I'm here to say (or, rather, type) that I LOVE sex. I love gay sex. I love men. I love cock. I'm safe and cautious, but not ridiculously picky, either. I'm pretty slutty, but whatever. Some people are alcoholics or potheads. I just happen to be a people pleaser in some ways. So there.

OMG. There's a REALLY hot blonde at the table next to me. I think he's alone. Yummy. I bet he's hung. I want to throw in him around (nicely) in bed. Holy fucking shit, do I need some. It doesn't help I have thing for blondes...rrrarr...

Change of topic. The cats were going nutzo this morning. Lexi came running in my room meowing and hissing up a storm. I thought she caught a mouse, but apparently not. She WAS nosing around in the catnip last night, so maybe she did this morning, as well. Keys was like, "WTF?!" Silly kitties.

La di da. La di da. Ba dum duh dee dah day. I'm thinking in one of my recent songs, I'm going to just vocalize the melody in the chorus section. I just don't think lyrics are going to work in this piece. The verse is going to be instrumental. The sound of just vocalizing is pretty fun - almost like scat-singing, in a way. But, it's nice to just sing and not worry about words.

Okay, enough rambling. People who read this - leave comments! Please!