  Finally. A fellow blogger who writes tales I can appreciate. Have yall ever searched random folks blogs? Some horrible shit out there. A whole lot of stupid. But this woman. Her anonymity adds allure to her escapades, this sex worker mystery. I fantasize about becoming her homosexual counterpart. Check it out, kittens: http://belledejour-uk.blogspot.com A slow listless day before an open window enjoying the sweet smell of freshly cleansed air. Wind and rain bathing the streets, washing away the residue of holiday shoppers crowding the streets. Seems like no one is stirring this day, this shoppers day of revival. How on earth do these secular creatures stand for a whole day of no shops being open?
Surely there will come a day when your local Walmart will no longer be equipped with locks on the front doors. Total American consumption, all the time. Medications that kill my sex drive aside, other pieces of me are longing for a little escapade to break up the stasis of my newly single life. Still dreaming of Kerri, waking up sweaty and wanting. The text messages sent/received last night rekindled a little something reminiscent of love but not personalized enough to reach it. Its done and behind us. So now what? Playing at bars with straight girls isnt going to facilitate that need. Something erodes a little more with each blighted attempt to sway a straight woman into my bed. Speaking of erosion how stupid are people? Ok, I know the answer to my query. But come on folks. Fires = an absence of vegetation = certainty of mud slides when it rains.
What the hell are people doing out camping in San Bernadino after all our fires when to no surprise of anyone- rain storms are predicted to arrive, dropping at least a couple of inches to the region?!! If they werent dead, Id smack them each with the back of my hand. More dumb being wiped off the Earth. Do we really care to see the press conference on CNN? Notta me, my dearies. 
