Empty HNT

Honestly.
I took the picture.
It's borderline hot.
My phone won't send it.
I'll keep trying.
I had no idea you were sad to see me go.

My birthday is six months from today~

for whoever wants to know, I'll be 39, and the sun will be shining...as it always does in August in Texas.
The weather outside is dreary. It's grey and there's shit coming from the sky. Not actual excriment...just some precip that we really need. I'm trying to imagine how it is on days when i think nothing and no one can get me down. The sun is usually out on those days.
I talked chatted with a guy last night, who is totally enamored with me. Even though he doesn't know me and thinks I am sophisticated and upper somethingorother, he totally wants me to enter into some relationship that involves sleeping together, two-stepping and cuddling. He hates sushi, and doesn't care about museums, says ain't, and drives a truck for a living. The pisser of it, is that I actually consider it because he lives so close and seems so genuine. Hello. This is the girl who would gladly drop 500bucks on a pair of shoes if she had the dough.
I have been ignoring my mom (I know, very mature and grown up of me)
My brother has an outrageously high lipid count which has somehow metastasized as a thingy in his eye...he says it's not virul--hope his liver's ok.
Good news is that my temporary roomie is gone (I'm not sure you know about that or not--suffice to say, i took in another stray who bit my feeding hand--this time not QUITE so bad)
other good news: I've figured my money situation for next month. Looks like I'll be able to pay my bills again.
wooohooo pick me!

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If I had 6 million dollars:

I'd buy a house with a pool
some manolo blahniks
a fast car or two
I'd call up Hillary and that black senator guy from Illinois (the one with the funny last name)
I would probably get in touch with Oprah and Angelina Jolie.
and the Dali Lama
I would definitely call up Yoko Ono and talk about John Lennon and one world Peace.
Of course I'd pay my family's debts, and my own
I'd have a special house built for Hayden...with lifts and ramps and a humongous screen so that Barney would always be life sized...maybe even a nurse
I'd save a shitload of it, and then give a few grand to homeless people on the corners of streets that are scary at night.
I'd quit my job and get tennis lessons.
I'd also build some sort of resort on the edge of the Honduran rain forest, and have a haven to run off to. the indigenous would work there and the food would be...I don't know what the food would be
I'd go to the Grand Canyon for sure
and Machu Picchu.

first thing I'd do, though, is go see Seamus and his Buffledog ( http://dampdog.blogspot.com ) because if it weren't for his simple demand, I wouldn't have thought up any of this.

I'm not sure if this means I'm back, or not.

P.S. I just looked at all the shit I'm gonna do with 6 million bucks. So I may need a little more than 6 million. (the phone calls are free though, with my wireless plan-so that saves a little)

Lip Service HNT

I was thinking about the experiences these lips have had.

words spoken.
times licked (by self, or otherwise)
whistles blown
anything else blown
kisses had
how many frowns
ten times as many smiles
successful/unsuccessful pouts
times bitten (by self, or otherwise)
whispers whispered
and secrets kept
how many lipsticks worn
bottom lip quivers
sheepish grins
all of that and more...