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It's Tuesday, after all. Mondays are always so fucked up. I mean, chores, and chores and chores. And work. And well, cooking yummy things because it was a long long day.
.
Yesterday i realized that exercise has become part of my routine. It no longer takes planning to do it. i hope eating properly soon becomes another acquired good habit. Skipping meals and eating whatever just to keep going have been a part of my life for too long.
.
Besides, cooking is fun. Although i can be very peculiar. It's one of those things i like to do alone, unlike eating, which is a "the more the merrier" situation. And there must be music. Ok, there always must be music.
.
Maybe it's because i'm getting older, or maybe it's just a phase. But i am getting to be more of a loner day-by-day. Being alone with myself is something i must do, even if it is only for half-an-hour. No, not alone. Me and the music.
.
Yeah, i know. I'm strange.
*
*
Yup, the weekend was something. Like, what?!. Going to Luxuria in only my birthday suit and a bell belt made me think a lot about my self-awareness. It is nil. So i keep wondering if i had had to do such a thing in some other time of my life if it would have bothered me. Disturbingly, the answer is no. Is this the result of my early years in a "peace and love" community or is it something personal? My mother is somewhat a prude, so it's definitely not her influence. Well, its is disturbing, nonetheless.
.
Fun. Ok, sitting naked on the floor under a huge air-conditioner wasn't. But walking around in chains, dancing a bit and discussing the relation between fashion and art (with no clothes on, remember) was really fun. And honestly, i've felt more undressed in other situations.
.
Saturday was a bitch. We got home at 6:30 am. So i only had time for a shower and some coffee and then i was off to work. And dance class.
.
Master met me up for lunch at this tiny little Taco store i had been wanting to go to for some time. The place may be super small, but they make some really tasty tacos.
.
Work again. Damn, its less than a month to xmas!
.
Instead of going home after work, i wanted to go to the mall. McDonald's for dinner (junkie), a few kitchen trinkets and a movie at home. And then finally, i caught my zzzzzzzz's.
*
Don't you just love it when Sundays are lazy? i only woke up when He brought me a cheese and tomato sandwich around 2 pm. So sweet... And afternoon sex. That is maybe the best part of Sunday. To top off a lazy lazy day, we went out for dinner with friends. Yeah, at Liberdade. i had been craving that fried tofu for weeks, and i love to eat at Chi Fu. You know, an authentic Chinese restaurant. Complete with sleazy floors, tacky decor and non-fluent in our language waitresses.
.
Oh we ate, and ate and ate... Ginger chicken, chicken with vegetables, fried leeks with garlic, sweet and salty fried tofu and rice. All chopstick-licking delicious.
.
But of course it couldn't be complete without an embarrassing moment. That is, if i felt embarrassed easily, and i don't. What? Picture two giggling Chinese girls interrupting our meal, while i chewed a mouthful of something, to show each other my facial piercings, and to ask me if it had hurt. While they spoke Chinese to each other and giggled more, the Mister thought it would be amusing to show them my nipple ring which only provoked many more "oh's" and "ah's" from them. "You very strong" said one of the them, as they giggled away.
*
It's the last week of November. Less than a month to X-mas. Guess i better be in my best behavior if i want Santa Baby to bring me some goodies.
...
There is a lot more of xmas shopping to do... At least i think i found something He will like. i want Xmas to be special for Him, even if i won't be around. I mean, Christmas is all about feeling like a child again. i hope i got it right, this time.
...
And i ordered myself an gift today. Another corset. Yay for waist training!
*
I'm trying to be cheerful and to stay in the spirit of things. Saturday i travel to Salvador to dance, and Sunday i am back. But the cotton-candy cloud surrounding me just gets thicker and thicker, and things get more and more distant and the thing that makes me feel the most alive are these constant headaches... Yes, there is beauty in life. But finding life beautiful is a constant exhaustive exercise.
.
"I am dreaming of a life and I am dreaming of waking up
there's this anger rising cancer in me standing like a wall between
the waking world I seek and this infected plane of sleep
love come like an axe to all this ice and set me free
there's a black rewarding book
beneath this stiff sheet if you look carefully
...
just keep thinking the same clean thoughts and keep telling yourself it's allright
I am dreaming of a life and it's not the life that's mine
in a stolen car I rocket west out past that Jersey line and the robots in their riot gear glimmer in my rearview mirror
love came like an axe and had her way with this coarse earth
and a small deserving book she was recovered and understood and I awoke"
(Morning New Disease - Jets to Brazil)
*
At least for today, i got my fill of cute. While i returned from the bank i ran into this, and i had to hold myself not to scream... Kawaii!!! It must be the cutest bath kit ever. And dirty cheap. So now its mine.
And after a "yammy" salad (cuz' there is yam in it, duh!), guess i should get back to that To-Do list.
*
Maybe i'll make some cute muffins tonight.
*
Mood: squished
Now playing: Ok Go!
Drinking: Ginger and cinnamon tea
*
It's Tuesday, after all. Mondays are always so fucked up. I mean, chores, and chores and chores. And work. And well, cooking yummy things because it was a long long day.
.
Yesterday i realized that exercise has become part of my routine. It no longer takes planning to do it. i hope eating properly soon becomes another acquired good habit. Skipping meals and eating whatever just to keep going have been a part of my life for too long.
.
Besides, cooking is fun. Although i can be very peculiar. It's one of those things i like to do alone, unlike eating, which is a "the more the merrier" situation. And there must be music. Ok, there always must be music.
.
Maybe it's because i'm getting older, or maybe it's just a phase. But i am getting to be more of a loner day-by-day. Being alone with myself is something i must do, even if it is only for half-an-hour. No, not alone. Me and the music.
.
Yeah, i know. I'm strange.
*
*Yup, the weekend was something. Like, what?!. Going to Luxuria in only my birthday suit and a bell belt made me think a lot about my self-awareness. It is nil. So i keep wondering if i had had to do such a thing in some other time of my life if it would have bothered me. Disturbingly, the answer is no. Is this the result of my early years in a "peace and love" community or is it something personal? My mother is somewhat a prude, so it's definitely not her influence. Well, its is disturbing, nonetheless.
.
Fun. Ok, sitting naked on the floor under a huge air-conditioner wasn't. But walking around in chains, dancing a bit and discussing the relation between fashion and art (with no clothes on, remember) was really fun. And honestly, i've felt more undressed in other situations.
.
Saturday was a bitch. We got home at 6:30 am. So i only had time for a shower and some coffee and then i was off to work. And dance class.
.Master met me up for lunch at this tiny little Taco store i had been wanting to go to for some time. The place may be super small, but they make some really tasty tacos.
.Work again. Damn, its less than a month to xmas!
.Instead of going home after work, i wanted to go to the mall. McDonald's for dinner (junkie), a few kitchen trinkets and a movie at home. And then finally, i caught my zzzzzzzz's.
*
Don't you just love it when Sundays are lazy? i only woke up when He brought me a cheese and tomato sandwich around 2 pm. So sweet... And afternoon sex. That is maybe the best part of Sunday. To top off a lazy lazy day, we went out for dinner with friends. Yeah, at Liberdade. i had been craving that fried tofu for weeks, and i love to eat at Chi Fu. You know, an authentic Chinese restaurant. Complete with sleazy floors, tacky decor and non-fluent in our language waitresses.
.
Oh we ate, and ate and ate... Ginger chicken, chicken with vegetables, fried leeks with garlic, sweet and salty fried tofu and rice. All chopstick-licking delicious.
.But of course it couldn't be complete without an embarrassing moment. That is, if i felt embarrassed easily, and i don't. What? Picture two giggling Chinese girls interrupting our meal, while i chewed a mouthful of something, to show each other my facial piercings, and to ask me if it had hurt. While they spoke Chinese to each other and giggled more, the Mister thought it would be amusing to show them my nipple ring which only provoked many more "oh's" and "ah's" from them. "You very strong" said one of the them, as they giggled away.
*
It's the last week of November. Less than a month to X-mas. Guess i better be in my best behavior if i want Santa Baby to bring me some goodies.
...There is a lot more of xmas shopping to do... At least i think i found something He will like. i want Xmas to be special for Him, even if i won't be around. I mean, Christmas is all about feeling like a child again. i hope i got it right, this time.
...
And i ordered myself an gift today. Another corset. Yay for waist training!
*
I'm trying to be cheerful and to stay in the spirit of things. Saturday i travel to Salvador to dance, and Sunday i am back. But the cotton-candy cloud surrounding me just gets thicker and thicker, and things get more and more distant and the thing that makes me feel the most alive are these constant headaches... Yes, there is beauty in life. But finding life beautiful is a constant exhaustive exercise.
.
"I am dreaming of a life and I am dreaming of waking up
there's this anger rising cancer in me standing like a wall between
the waking world I seek and this infected plane of sleep
love come like an axe to all this ice and set me free
there's a black rewarding book
beneath this stiff sheet if you look carefully
...
just keep thinking the same clean thoughts and keep telling yourself it's allright
I am dreaming of a life and it's not the life that's mine
in a stolen car I rocket west out past that Jersey line and the robots in their riot gear glimmer in my rearview mirror
love came like an axe and had her way with this coarse earth
and a small deserving book she was recovered and understood and I awoke"
(Morning New Disease - Jets to Brazil)
*
At least for today, i got my fill of cute. While i returned from the bank i ran into this, and i had to hold myself not to scream... Kawaii!!! It must be the cutest bath kit ever. And dirty cheap. So now its mine.
And after a "yammy" salad (cuz' there is yam in it, duh!), guess i should get back to that To-Do list.
*Maybe i'll make some cute muffins tonight.
*
Mood: squished
Now playing: Ok Go!
Drinking: Ginger and cinnamon tea
*
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