To drop a little Morrissey on y'all. Yep, I listen to him AND to the Smiths on occasion. And yet, I'm devoutly hetero (although not always real good at it) and not only eat meat, but rely upon dead flesh for my daily bread. Why yes, I AM quite conflicted over all of this. Wouldn't you be?
Well, it looks as though my stats, as best I can decipher them (I'd likely have more luck with hieroglyphics) have at least doubled and in some places tripled over last month; when I had 17000+ hits. I owe it all to the trackback folks and their continual efforts to link me to (free) porn searches. Thanks also to the handful of y'all that actually follow me here at As the Stomach Turns, you too are highly valued.
A pretty quiet day here at Stately Deranged Manor. I have NO problem with that whatsoever. Uneventful is good. I miss uneventful. I went for lunch with my pops (look out, M, they're gonna send y'all to LV to get married; it is, however, quick and, for you and Lee, may be relatively painless), and a brief chat. Thank Jim Morrison he neither gave me any I Told You So's nor that long-overdue lecture on the birds and the bees. Since he wasn't able to on my wedding day and all. As an added bonus, one of the foodbringers looked a little bit like the divine Ms. K; or, perhaps I've just had her on my mind too much of late. She did, however, have the little lock of hair hanging down the way Kendra sometimes does. That's probably all it was.
Upon my return home, I thought I'd call the ex (yes, we still talk), since we fought (again) last night when she called me. I'm not positive, and wouldn't swear to it, but I may have asked for Kendra when I spoke to her daughter. This would likely be a major faux pas, although it would fairly well illustrate for the ex just where my head is at. I think I DID, in fact, ask for the ex-wife, but, after a brief pause; was told she wasn't home. Fine, whatever. Not my crisis. Although, again, I'll have to contemplate actually coming up with like thoughts and ideas if I no longer have tales of drama to share with y'all. That can only end badly. Fortunately or un, I'm sure I can always find some other drama. Or it'll find I.
Anyway, time for work, tomorrow is holiday pay. GOOD times! Thanks again for making me think that someone out there actually enjoys reading my humble scribblings.