Same old same old
Nothing new under the sun. Sam came back from upstate. I’m a little bummed he didn’t stay until the end. I think he would have felt good about himself if he did. But I guess he really wanted to come back home so he could hang out and get wasted with all his burn out friends.
He really is in for a major f**king wake up call real soon. He has one more year of high school and after that, get a job or get out. Actually I’m not even gonna wait that long, get a job and start contributing towards your car insurance or I’m taking that thing off the road. Once my car is fixed and I stop using his, of course.
And I’m gonna make a list, shit that HAS to be done around the house. Run the vacum once a week, light cleaning, stuff like that. I’m just sick of picking up everyone elses crap and being the only one who can see dirt or clutter. I really hate to sound like a dick, but come on. I’m not friggin’ killing myself to pay all the bills, fix everything that breaks, clean the house, do all the dishes, and then what? Fall asleep exhausted every night and have no time to play on my one day off ? Nope, fuck that.
Enough of that, I just needed to vent. Problem is it’s always the same thing, over and over. Just like a broken record. The only thing that gets his attention is when I blow a gasket and just go off on him. Are all teenagers like that? Or is it just the boys? methinks it affects the male of the species much worse.
In any case, I’ve been reading a really intense online novel in progress. If you’ve ever read “The story of O” then you’ll like this. Hell it makes me want to order some of this stuff… Yes, how could one not admire the practice of shibari, or rather the art of. Oh, the story you ask? Yes, of course, here’s the link- Divestiture: An Erotic Novel-in-Progress.
Actually the author, remittance-girl, is really cool. If you send her an email she actually answers you, and you can IM her on yahoo messenger. Yeah, in case you didn’t know, I always toyed with the idea of writing a novel. Probably end up with something between Maugham and Neal Stephenson, which sounds like a pretty strange mix, huh?
So I don’t know about wherever you are, but here in good ole NY, the weather has sucked last few weeks. It has been hell on the garden, way too cool and wet. The habaneros are doing only OK, and the jalapenos are kind of light this year. So I don’t know how much hot sauce I’ll be able to make this year. I think next year I’m gonna do like a 20 by 10 foot garden of just hot peppers. Make a whole shitload of hot sauce.
OK, I have to get back to work and I need to wake up. Tired as hell this morning. Guess reading Divestiture got me inspired and I went to town last night. So it’s the good kind of tired. Insert stupid looking grin right HERE.
K, outta here
