Left to my own vices and devices, I am likely to watch far too much Animal Planet and masturbate. Not at the same time, mind you. After all, how perverted do you think I am? Don't answer that unless you can dazzle me with your wit and candor. But with JR out of the house for the weekend, it seems that it is in those two activities that my interests lie.
I did fleece myself however. It's one of those rituals that I like to perform biannually, if not more often, wherein I take my clippers and remove excess hair from my body. I don't shave it completely off, but just trim it to a more manageable length. Inexplicably, this does wonders for my state of mind. Having been accused of not letting things go, I submit this behavior as Exhibit A.
I love the fact that I now have Air Con. The apartment stays chilly and I might need to invest in a couple of nice fleece blankets for the couch. I am tempted to run the fireplace, but in the middle of summer with the Air Con blasting, I think that might be a little too Stevie Nicks, even for me.
I desperately needed some time alone. After living in a tiny room by myself for eight years, being "Laverne & Shirley" is gonna take some getting used to. I like that I can run around the house naked, vacuuming and dusting til my heart is content. This afternoon, I pulled out my paintings and are letting them breathe. I find that they will tell me where they want to be hung up. So I am careful to listen to them before punching holes into the walls. Yeah, my paintings talk to me. Most of them do, at least. They have better taste than I do, so I will wait to see which walls they choose.
As for me, I going to curl up on the couch with a beer and go back to high school with Molly Ringwald tonight. I've got Sixteen Candles and The Breakfast Club set up as a double feature. Jake Ryan is to die for! Ah, youth.... Maybe it my freshly shorn bod, but is it chilly in here lately? Or is it just me?