New look, new methods

In case you're colourblind let me alert you to the change in colour palette of my blog.

This morning i sprayed the dirty dishes with insect spray. Preventative measures. New methods.

The kinesiologist tells me i have a trigger for despondency. A tendency to despondency. This has helped believe it or not. A little knowledge goes a long way.

Got to first base, but no further as yet...

I got what i asked for. I got a date. If that's what you can call a man and a woman spending time together one on one. I didn't get a pash. I didn't get a shag. Not even sure i got the promise of another encounter (second base). Hand it over to the gods. Hand it all over. Hand over my liver that needs cleaning. Hand over my body that needs shaping. Hand over my ego that needs pampering. Hand over my libido that needs taming. Had a little cry to the old love this morning. He cares for me. Always. I'm not craving a relationship. I'm craving falling in love. I'm craving something more shallow and gratifying.

I want to hunt and devour. Off now to Clay Day II. Perhaps i will fashion a miniature of the stomach and hipbones i wanted to gorge on. Yes, i have a thing for men's hipbones. I saw Paranoid Park last night and even noted the impassive young actor's hipbones.

Music will heal me. Beck. Gotye. All i need now is the Rolling Stones. Perhaps i need dancing above all.

Another post from the land of desperation, confusion and illogical confidence. Check ya later.