This would be far more impressive if I reduced it to some of my filters.
Also, I guess if I went to FoL at OLO.
| Your LJ Slut Stats! | ||
| Out of your 368 friends, percentages you have: | ||
| met |
|
80.16% |
| hugged |
|
50.81% |
| dated |
|
7.6% |
| kissed |
|
15.21% |
| seen shirtless |
|
15.48% |
| seen naked |
|
14.4% |
| had net sex |
|
4.34% |
| made out with |
|
10.05% |
| had oral sex |
|
4.34% |
| fucked |
|
7.33% |
| Get your LJ Slut Stats! | ||
and I’m being a normal parent…
I’m staring at the cell phone prepared to try to teleport to my boy’s side in time of need.
I’m wondering if there’s video of the daycare center so I can see if my boy is treated well.
I’m picturing some bully wrestling his lunch money away (though at this age, he can still barely feed himself)
He’s sitting in my mind, waving with a smile on his face that says, “It’s okay daddy.”
And the thought of him actually doing this is making me misty.
Damn I miss my scrotum.
I haven’t had any alcohol in a few days. I think I last had it at dinner Thursday.
I woke up fairly congested again. Haven’t really exercised the congestion completely from my system since it started in February. Some days are better… some like this morning.. not so good.
But the interesting thing to post about was remembering good portions of my dreams.
The interesting part can best be described as being along the lines of “Spirited Away”
I was lost in a complex maze of a building (Standard Andrei Dream imagery) It was a very urban building. Very similar to the Crystal Mall in Vancouver. A large box of shopping had gone missing. I went to one of the lower floors and remember twisting a knob sort of like the one at the bottom of a stair way handrail. The bottom floor started to open down like a hidden basement was being exposed.
The hidden basement, however was a beautiful Japanese style countryside with a huge stone castle/building. In the distance I could see a train on a track but it felt like it should be connected to the highway that was just outside the building I’d just been in.
There were a series of priestesses/angels/creatures that I had to interact with to get my treasure returned. One flew down and danced with me. I remember the feel of my hand on her back.
I tend to post about dreams when I have tactile memories. It think I tend to remember those because I’d been told at one time, it’s supposed to be impossible to have actual tactile feedback in a dream-state.
Time passed differently in this world than back in the store where people were waiting for me. A relative (I think my father) came looking for me. By the time I got back, for some reason I was Captain Kirk trying to report on the away mission. I found myself annoyed that I’d been pulled away before I could complete the mission. At the same time, I had a wistful feeling that I wouldn’t be able to get back there.
This was cemented with the requisite roundhouse to the face by a small toddler foot at 6am.
Dreams can be nifty
I find that unspoken question I have wanted to ask the most over the last three years of some people around me is:
“How stupid do you really think I am?”
But I am for the most part a “Nice” person ™ and therefore.. have not asked this question when it has been so blatantly needed.
The prompt for this post is not really in relation to much of anything going on around me at the moment.
Though, if you feel that you have to ask, “Do you mean me?” It’s probably not you.
Oh, make no mistake… This is nothing new.
She has an incredible way with words that will get me every time. She has been rude to me. She has been brusque with me. She’s trying to intervene in my life and my relationships. She’s dragged me out of the house in the middle of the night with obscenely inappropriate demands. It’s impressive that she hasn’t gotten me arrested by now.
And over 20 years… I’d let her do it all again and even moreso. Because everything in my life she has done with me, for me, or even to me… has enriched my life.
I am a better person than I would ever be if it weren’t for you.
My life, my gratitude, and some of the deepest love I can have for a person goes out to you this day.
And as per my promise… I have that view, and two rocking chairs. And we’re both sufficiently on our way to those grandchildren.
Happiest of Birthdays, fiannaharpar
Counting the years that pass in our lives is so much more blessed because counting them means you’ve been in my life that much more.
