my long awaited rhyme time.
in with the snail mail
out with the lunch pail.
all my kisses all my sex
find holed up in a waxy hex.
basmati rice
kidney beans
these are some of
my favorite things.
scorpio rises
scorpio falls
scorpio singing
down your halls
make a little birdhouse in your soul


I'd like to thank god for always being there and for staying out of my life so far...I cannot really tell which it is.
I've never really officially protested the war...the one on drugs or the one in Iraq. So I protest, officially. Both of them. There's just no reason to kill whole bunches of people. That's how I feel about it. It just feels wrong to drop bombs on people's heads or to be shooting at them. I'm pretty sure you go to prison if you do that out of uniform. Add my voice to the others that matter as little as mine does. I'm a part of this country be default. I was just born here. I had nothing to do with it. It's hard for me to feel anything for this stars and stripes flag design. I can't figure out why people get so patriotic about it. Truly, it feels like we don't really belong to each other...the U.S. and I. On to better topics.
Coconut oil. Man, that is good shit. Also, butter. I'm a fan of saturated fat. I like how its solid at room temperature and how it melts in the frying pan. I like egg yolks too. And cream...mmmm...cream. Sour cream, cream cheese. And tomatoes. And mozzarella. Its a wonder I'm not 400 lbs. So far so good.
Perhaps it's because I also like walking and running and jumping and climbing and sexing. Perhaps I keep the heat so low in the house that I shiver off calories. :)