Two Different Directions

Stopped off at the local café to pick up breakfast, per usual. I am beginning to wonder if I am really quite readable. First, I know I always get the same drink in the morning, but I usually switch up what I get to eat, just because. This morning I couldn’t seem to decide. I asked S, my favorite barista, what she thought I should have since I could not make up my mind. She suggested a pumpkin muffin (I know, it sounds disgusting) half owing to her sweetness, half owing to the fact I didn’t want to make a decision, I got one. Wow. Its really good. I had to write out my admiration, I am impressed. Beginning to develop a barista crush, I think. Too bad she’s quite strait. Oh, well. She would be fun to hang out with, and I have my beloved, whom I am of course totally devoted to. Been stopping off there for lunch every once and a while, noticed that she knows what I order, even though she has never made my food before…cute, I think.

Speaking of harmless crushes, I watched America’s Next Top Model last night. Love Kim, the little lesbian they have on the show this season. Seeing her escort that one girl in her suit while she was in the evening gown was adorable. I also see someone has been giving her lessons in how to put on makeup. Now if only she could learn to keep her mouth shut! Not that she isn’t funny, but she should have known better than to talk to the judges. Really. I was thrilled that Cassandra left the show. Anyone vain enough to quit over an inch of hair needs to be executed. Why let them have the first two feet and not two inches. That girl is walking, talking proof that beauty queens are not all they are cracked up to be. She wants to be Ms. America. Please, after the mockery she made of herself does she really think that anyone would think she represents “normal” girls? She called herself a sociopath for crissakes!

Laid in bed last night talking with my beloved about our favorite moments we have had together. We’ve actually done a bunch of very nice things together. She was taking care of me. Had a hell of a migraine. They were testing the alarm system at work yesterday and it made me nauseous. Literally. I think it was a good day for my diet, since I wouldn’t keep anything down. Anyway, she was rubbing my arms and legs and talking to me in a soothing manner. We chatted about the things we had done to make each other laugh. She’s fantastic, my girl. Lately been plagued with the never ending fear that she is going to leave me because I make her miserable. I feel like I must work harder to make her happy. I am certainly going to try.

Going to go see Bonnie Raitt this weekend. Looking forward to it very much. I know my darling is. I hope it will be a fun show. There is going to be an opening act, but I do not know who it is. Hopefully this will be interesting. Otherwise Darling won’t forgive me for making her go to the opera with me, which is the recompense she so sweetly gave me as payment for going to see this show with her. I haven’t been to a concert in a long long time. Last one, I think, was All 4 One back in the nineties. My Aunt took me and I thought she was really cool for taking me. She wore leather pants and I thought that was really awesome. I don’t even remember how old I was. But it was when they were really popular, so it had to have been a long time ago.

So it turns out INXS is going to be stopping their new tour nearby. I would love to go to that show, more to see Marty Casey than them, but it would almost be worth the little trip. Unfortunately, I can’t see my love springing for that concert, she hated JD. Come think of it, I do too. But I did like INXS. Shame Dave Navarro isn’t going to be there. Wold definitely go then. He’s one of my switchers. But then, he wears an awful lot of eyeliner and feather boas, so I can see how my mind might go that way….

I also wanted to add the lyrics to one of my new favorite songs because that’s how I am feeling today.
“Sugar We're Going Down"
Am I more than you bargained for yet
I've been dying to tell you anything you want to hear
Cause that's just who I am this week
Lie in the grass, next to the mausoleum
I'm just a notch in your bedpostBut you're just a line in a song

Drop a heart, break a name
We're always sleeping in, and sleeping for the wrong team
We're going down, down in an earlier round
And Sugar, we're going down swinging
I'll be your number one with a bullet
A loaded God complex, cock it and pull it

Is this more than you bargained for yet
Oh don't mind me I'm watching you two from the closet
Wishing to be the friction in your jeans
Isn't it messed up how I'm just dying to be him
I'm just a notch in your bedpostBut you're just a line in a song

Drop a heart, break a name
We're always sleeping in, and sleeping for the wrong team
We're going down, down in an earlier round
And Sugar, we're going down swinging
I'll be your number one with a bullet
A loaded God complex, cock it and pull it