CléaOr… What Went Through My Mind Last Week
- Spending the week in pain is not my idea of fun, nor does it lend itself to inspiration.
- My online absence needed an excuse when I haven’t felt the inclination to comment, return visits and reply to emails and prompts in a timely manner. Pain does that to a person.
- I wrote four posts and deleted them. If I don’t have anything interesting to say, I may as well say nothing.
- With the temps soaring unexpectedly on the weekend, the beach was a display of winter excesses and culinary indulgences on pasty white palettes of skin.
- But not you, shirtless hunk, in the shorts that show the brand of underwear, posing in the distance with your mates, move a little closer, will you? Ah… that’s better.
- There are way too many girls who dress slutty and skanky on a Saturday night while the guys look grubby and throw on any old T over a pair of old jeans.
- Honey, strutting down the road in a tight dress that barely covers your arse and perched on stilettos when you’re a size 16+ is not a good look. And neither are you with the stick figure and boob spillage top as you gulp your beer from a bottle as you head towards WKPUV (well-known pick up venue).
- Does the premise of sex make people blind?
- To the seagull that left a deposit on my hat and towel, I swear I’ll get you next time.
- One person’s rubbish is another’s treasure. To the persons who picked up so much stuff, I hope it serves you well. If you picked it up to sell it or for your garage sale, screw you. I hope it falls apart.
- People are weird. Why take a TV’s remote control and electrical cord and not take the TV?
- With Mini Me recalled for manufacturer faults, I doubt I’ll even get to bond with it.
- I’ve watched birds have sex. Twice. In one week. Am I now a voyeur?
- I’m contemplating taking a break from commenting since I seem to be in another space. Not even this one.
- “Now that you have him, do you still need me?” His face showed genuine concern. I did my utmost to reassure him. A wonderful dialogue ensued.
- Now I’m thinking about Him. It’s probably a good thing.
- I should remember not to purr next time the masseur is working the knots and stress out of my tight muscles.
- It will be a miracle if I end up publishing this post and not deleting it.
- Sometimes I can be too nice for my own good. So glad he declined the option I offered and took the one I wanted.
- Watching rivulets of rain against the window pane on a Sunday morning…
- Why have I been given the most delicate feet that blister too easily? Ouchies. As if I needed more pain.
- 20 hours is too long to wait for a text message that was sent with a question, “Pizza tomorrow night?” when the response was “can’t, we’re going to the movies”.
- If I take a break from commenting and you still see me on your sitemeter, don’t hate me. I still love you.
- Wayfarers. Aviator-style sunglasses. Cats eyes glasses. Floral dresses. Half moon belts. Tights. And they say the 80s were bad. What next? Big shoulder pads and big hair? Count me in.
- Fours seasons rolled into one weekend. Bliss.
- “If you only knew…” Vicious Streak.
- Mind gone blank.
Tags: cbmused
OK… I’m not expecting anyone to make sense out of this post. If any dot points interest you, and you want me to elaborate, I’ll do my best to answer.
Elaborate not. You may add the ruining stroke.
Lately, I haven’t commented. Some people impress me, so I send them a nice note. All I got, sometimes.
OK… I’m game
1. Grrrr… no fun at all. I hope (17) helped!
2. Yes. Yes it does.
3. I hope you kept them? Perhaps they just need to mature for longer?
4. … as was Tinytown last week. Mmmm… city lunchour…
5. See? all you had to do was ask.
6. Ummm… it’s called “fashion”. Apparently…
7. Nice image there LOL
8. Just guys.
9. Accident? Yeeeeeah… right!
10. Anything good then?
11. People are weird. You already knew that.
12. Grrrr! I hate that! My beloved 400D and I endured the same…
13. The pidgeons here are going at it as well. Every morning I am awoken by their randy antics…
14. *sigh*
15. This talking to your computer hardware is really getting out of hand!
16. … and now you’re dreaming about it!
17. Oh go on… the feedback is good for them.
18. Lucky I was so quick then.
19. I like it when it works out that way.
20. Not here.
21. Get those shoes off and start walking missy. Build up that thick callous layer!
22. Well, that’s better than those ambiguous, monosyllabic ones like “ok”
23. OK
24. Skinny Ties and Creepers… count me in!
25. Ditto… without the bliss.
26. Not you though.
27. …
Casey: Err…What ruining stroke?
You impress me too. Just keep writing and I’ll read, even when I’m silent.
I haven’t commented much but my mind has been on the cooking project. Especially since I went through years of gourmet magazines over the weekend and cooking shows on video tapes…
Gboy: OM(F)G!!!! You replied to the lot!!!
I promise to answer each one! But now I’ve got 2 Margaritas and red wine in me… Hic!
But now I’ve got 2 Margaritas and red wine in me
My work here is done. Up! Up! and Awaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!
The ruining stroke is a turn of phrase based on the premise that there is always the last chance for the painter to stop and have a masterpiece or add one more stroke and ruin it. It’s always a challenge figuring out where that is.
6. There really are.
21. My feet blister at the very thought of closed toed shoes, heels, flats, sneakers or otherwise. It’s not fun. Good thing I live in San Diego affording me the luxury to wear flip flops year round! Yay temperate zones!
Are the blahs in your city, too?
PAIN??? — dental, mayhap?
gah, thx for the reminder… I need to have a rummage sale. lol
Gboy: All your fault!
Weeeeeeeee…. I was flying! Lengthy reply to follow.
Casey: Thanks for the clarification. Makes sense this morning, without the alcoholic fog of yesterday…
Mrs Mahd:
6 So lack of style and self-respect is universal.
21 Lucky for you to live in such warm climates! You wouldn’t believe what gave me the blisters. The thongs, what you call flip flops!
LB: Blahs seem to be hanging around lately. The pain was sharp abdominal. I gave up on rummage/garage sales after one flopped. Now I just purge, and it felt soooo good to get rid of old stuff. And the good thing is there’s more to purge in smaller batches. Do it, you’ll feel so light!
Gboy:
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That is soooooo cute! Actually, it was a dream. In the middle of the night, I elaborated on the dialogue. Can I remember it now to write it? Noooooooooo… It would have been a brilliant piece.
I want your weather.
1. Actually, it did wonders! I should go more often.
2. Pain is NOT my friend.
3. Deleted. Gone. Ok… bar one but it’s utter crap.
4. Bring on diet and exercise!
5. Next time I’ll ask you to remove said shorts… and turn around and face me
6. Hey, I’m no prude. But that was waaaaaay too much. May as well walk naked down the street with a sign that says, f*** me. *shudder*
7. Turned you on, did it?
8. Hmm… this might turn into a future post. It’s been bubbling in my thoughts for a while.
9. I was nearly attacked by the lot of them. Damn seaweed.
10. Plenty. Furniture. Electricals. Even an old 386 (hard drive removed, of course
11. I did, Gboy. I surely did. *nods*
12. But did she recover? I hope I deleted caches and history on mine before I handed it in. Arrrrrghhhhh…..
13. Ha! The couple in question are doves. They peck each other for five seconds (foreplay). She turns a round and lifts her tail. He jumps on top of her. Flaps his wings like there’s no tomorrow (bloody show off) and it’s all over in 3 seconds. Then they both look at me and give me this stare (where’s my cigarette?!)
14. *sigh back*
15.
16. Him… *sigh*…
17. Too embarrassed. Young Chinese masseur…
18. You betcha!
19. Me too. Saved me an otherwise uncomfortable situation.
20. I hate you
21. Ugh… I walked down the beach in thongs.
22. Still sux. She should have replied quicker when she knew she had other plans. She practically sleeps with her phone!
23. Kewl.
24. Oooh…Men in make up? Count Gboy in!
25. See 20 above!
26. Hmm… yes… not me/not you but someone…
27. …
haha! I’m always amused when people call them thongs cause thongs are underwear! You need new flip flops if this is the case!
There’s an area here in San Diego called Pacific Beach, I have a few friends who live there. It’s lousy with…well, there’s just no nice way to say it – skanks. I’m not gonna lie, I go bar hopping in PB, but I’m wearing actual clothing at these places!
Mrs Mahd: ‘Flip flops’ make me laugh! But it’s a such a cuuute name. Mine are fairly new. Bought them end of last season but my feet have been wrapped in socks and need to toughen up.
Pacific Beach sounds like the place I was at Saturday night. I wasn’t at the venue but I’ve been there once in a mixed group and we were, how shall I say it, watching the action. Most entertaining!
#3 made me laugh because I do that too. Although sometimes one of those posts will make it’s way through. Unfortunately.
EM: At least you’ve kept them. Deleting posts is so unlike me, that’s why I keep so many drafts! Unlike yours, these won’t see the light of day.