...And All the Ice Cream You would Like to Eat
I'm running out of steam after a fairly busy day. My interview didn't end until around noon. I was going to come home, get a little writing done and then run a couple of errands before heading to the gym.
But we all know about the best made plans, no?
I won't say it wasn't an enjoyable diversion. DK came home with one of her fellow ASL classmates, just as I was finishing preparation on a badly desired smoothie. I had lunch with them, and then conversed for a couple of hours until her friend and classmate, who is also becoming a friend of mine, had to leave. We took the pooches for a stroll in a nearby park, and then I headed off to do my errands. Because I lingered around the house before heading out, I was too late to do everything I'd set out to do.
My evening did not end on a sour note, however. Earlier in the afternoon, B gave me a call. We'd been planning on hanging out for a while now, and today was a perfect day to do it, since I didn't have to work today. I headed over there, and after a very sweet greeting from her dog and one of the cats, both of whom insisted upon accompanying me to the bathroom for more inspection and petting, we headed out to a local coffeehouse. For those in my area, it was formerly known as the Mud House. I can't seem to remember what it is called now.
After a couple of enjoyable hours of conversation, B and I headed back to her place, as I'd promised to bring my copy of Secretary. No matter how many times I watch it, I still think it's mighty wonderful to watch. It's the only movie that I've ever watched with such a portrayal of dominant/submissive relationships, and I find it incredibly hot. Whether I have such tendencies or not, I couldn't tell you. I've never explored them, merely fantasized.
Did I mention that movie is incredibly hot?
As an appetizer of sorts, B read part of the newest entry I'm working on for throbb, which I was hoping I'd finish today. (Hopefully you can see where this is going). I was very inspiring to actually watch someone read my work and enjoy it while the words are scrolling past their eyes. I'm doubly encouraged to finish this latest entry, get it to sexyscholar, and 'publish' it in the journal.
But we all know about the best made plans, no?
I won't say it wasn't an enjoyable diversion. DK came home with one of her fellow ASL classmates, just as I was finishing preparation on a badly desired smoothie. I had lunch with them, and then conversed for a couple of hours until her friend and classmate, who is also becoming a friend of mine, had to leave. We took the pooches for a stroll in a nearby park, and then I headed off to do my errands. Because I lingered around the house before heading out, I was too late to do everything I'd set out to do.
My evening did not end on a sour note, however. Earlier in the afternoon, B gave me a call. We'd been planning on hanging out for a while now, and today was a perfect day to do it, since I didn't have to work today. I headed over there, and after a very sweet greeting from her dog and one of the cats, both of whom insisted upon accompanying me to the bathroom for more inspection and petting, we headed out to a local coffeehouse. For those in my area, it was formerly known as the Mud House. I can't seem to remember what it is called now.
After a couple of enjoyable hours of conversation, B and I headed back to her place, as I'd promised to bring my copy of Secretary. No matter how many times I watch it, I still think it's mighty wonderful to watch. It's the only movie that I've ever watched with such a portrayal of dominant/submissive relationships, and I find it incredibly hot. Whether I have such tendencies or not, I couldn't tell you. I've never explored them, merely fantasized.
Did I mention that movie is incredibly hot?
As an appetizer of sorts, B read part of the newest entry I'm working on for throbb, which I was hoping I'd finish today. (Hopefully you can see where this is going). I was very inspiring to actually watch someone read my work and enjoy it while the words are scrolling past their eyes. I'm doubly encouraged to finish this latest entry, get it to sexyscholar, and 'publish' it in the journal.