City of Legends

Alive, well, bouncing off the walls. The old track injury on the left ankle is being persistent, but I’m pretty much determined to win against it. So, there.

Got a strange call yesterday from a friend who wanted to know if finding a roast pig’s head in ones side yard was a sign that someone was casting a spell on them. I said no, that’s it’s a sign someone didn’t like the doggie bag from the luau. Think, people.

I am going to include Erotic V in the Evangelist CD, but I am tweaking it a bit, to make it fresher.

Sunday is the boys’ birthday. Between now and then I am insanely busy with 10,000 distractions. After Monday, I will have a great deal of freedom to resolve some nagging issues. Like getting the first layer of the new website completed (I started last night during Project Runway).

The Roman and I had a brief exchange yesterday…he brought up the name of she who must not be named. I was frank with him. I have not moved one iota in my feelings for her, but am compartmentalizing (a last-ditch strategy I despise) to deal with her peculiar way of be uncommunicative. I have enough fun adapting to my own brand of insanity, other people sometimes confound me.

New poetry! Will be sharing soon. Including some of the most outwardly and openly erotic works I have ever done.