Sunday Morning
Nov. 1st, 2015 10:15 amWhat a pleasant surprise! Miss Stay showed up on my guest list. I cannot believe she is desperate for my Saturday night porn. Nevertheless, I cannot hope to ever hear from her again. She will not grant me that little joy of interacting with a blonde babe. The first months were great, with her sexy pictures, including pictures of her in her various leggings. I guess I am never getting anything like that again, not in my fifties. But I don't know. What if I were 25? Would she play with me then?, let me drop the occasional bit of lascivious flirtation?, let me talk about her nice tits and sexy long legs? Perhaps not. Maybe my brownness and my lower-classness would be sufficient cause to disdain me, if my face were not reason enough. I should always have been looking to connect with other poor brown folks. I was always the one interloping where I am not wanted. I am just paying for my own wrongheadedness. What could I have expected trying to connect with sexy upper-middle-class white girls? I must be mentally ill, and in one of the most pathetic ways.
The clocks fell back an hour today. The nice changeover. Getting an extra hour of dozing in bed in the morning. I'd rather we would forget about playing around with the fucking hour and have one less headache in the world.
There was another happy surprise this morning, especially for Pop. The ceiling fan & light in the office came on this morning. Maybe we should call Scully and Mulder. Weird. Maybe it was the rainy Halloween night. Spooky.
There is also some less pleasant news for me. Lorie comes today. The Cowboys play at 3:30. She is also going to cook him some Fideo (phonetically speaking). Since the cats are still housebound, I get the full headache, having to herd the cats around her. It's not a major hardship, but death by a thousand annoyances.
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1040
Lorie called. She will not be coming over, after all. The Spurs are playing, and the Cowboys and football are apparently a clear second place with her. I marvel she cares for the basketball team. Is it just a home team kind of attraction that she picked up in her younger days with friends and family? I am glad to see that Pop is not such a schoolboy in love that he does not give up his Cowboys to watch the Spurs and have her company. That would have been a little worrisome.
The clocks fell back an hour today. The nice changeover. Getting an extra hour of dozing in bed in the morning. I'd rather we would forget about playing around with the fucking hour and have one less headache in the world.
There was another happy surprise this morning, especially for Pop. The ceiling fan & light in the office came on this morning. Maybe we should call Scully and Mulder. Weird. Maybe it was the rainy Halloween night. Spooky.
There is also some less pleasant news for me. Lorie comes today. The Cowboys play at 3:30. She is also going to cook him some Fideo (phonetically speaking). Since the cats are still housebound, I get the full headache, having to herd the cats around her. It's not a major hardship, but death by a thousand annoyances.
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1040
Lorie called. She will not be coming over, after all. The Spurs are playing, and the Cowboys and football are apparently a clear second place with her. I marvel she cares for the basketball team. Is it just a home team kind of attraction that she picked up in her younger days with friends and family? I am glad to see that Pop is not such a schoolboy in love that he does not give up his Cowboys to watch the Spurs and have her company. That would have been a little worrisome.