Hard earned spoils of "war".

Thor and his thunderbolt.

Can't seem to take a good picture of the sparkly sidewalks they have here, created by adding diamond dust to the concrete.

Summer/spring mornings in the city.

Homie A hides out in my apartment.

Does this outfit work?

WooWee.

So, I had a weird, and yet somehow defining week.

Don't remember what Monday was like, other that bluh. I was feeling very distracted. Tuesday day was a complete wash, though I did manage to get a couple of things done around the house.

Tuesday evening Ms. T and I went to see one of her gentlemen friends play some music, along with some other locals. Very Radioheady. He did treat her like a lady though, and that is always nice to see.

Wednesday had pleasant dinner with Mr. Urbane with an ocean view. Post eclairs and some TV watching I fell asleep and then was booted out. I then sent some communication out into the ether.

I spent Thursday sweating out the details and the demons. I tried hard to be nice to people, and felt better by the end of the day. When I got home, I got the answer I knew existed, and really needed to hear. I also realized some times I just need to be OK with not being OK.

Friday I worked hard all day between working out and having clients. I thought of Jillo and J-bob, and Cgrace, and how hard they have all been working, and how proud I am of them.

This morning I had an early client, and then Climber Boy (a.k.a. Thor) and I went around town running errands. Clothes, a pig, and a motorcycle were all purchased. WOW!! I also got an awesome call from a Bloody Maryied Jillo.

I think I had a really good week, even though it was roller coaster-y and didn't fulfill my hopes and dreams. At least I have a definite point to move on from in both work and my personal life!! WOOWEE!! :-)

Oh, and I had a funny thought while walking to work about how tiny flecks of diamond dust are basically worthless, but if you could smoosh them together, they'd be worth lots. I then tried to make an analogy to love. :-)

Slacker.

That's me this week. I can't talk now, but I promise to sit down this weekend and tell you all about it.

I'm a big, big, big, big, big ole igmo.

Why?
1. For not writing.
2. For being terrible at dating, or not dating as the case may be.
3. For being lazy.