My dumb dude friends, as magically portrayed by A Softer World

A Softer World reads my mind, I swear.

New title!

I threw the "I Confess" header (a leftover from a personal project a few years ago) as a placeholder until I thought of something better--but I might as well keep it. Hence, the blog title change, to fit the header, instead of vice versa.

Sorry about the double post, just felt like explaining.

plus, I like the idea of "confessions" more than "reflections," somehow. Maybe it sounds less navel-gazey? Maybe I need to go to bed. Whatever.

unintentional poetry, brought to you by Facebook chat.

how the hell do i remember what song

was playing when i left a city

Music! because I can.

The first one is an old favorite, the next two are new--found through a former coworker's Facebook. The last one talks about Lasik and mentions other optical things--though in optometry at least (I don't know what those crazy ophthalmologists do) we say "minus" and "plus," not "negative" and "positive." If your glasses Rx is -2.25-0.50x120, you say "minus two point twenty-five, minus point five, at one-twenty." And "negative five is pretty much blind" is utter nonsense--assuming your vision is correctable, you're not even legally blind at -5.00. I'm -7.50 in my right eye--I see less than 20/400 without lenses (the large E projected in the exam room? looks like jumbled semitransparent blocks, basically), but I correct to 20/20 and am therefore definitely not "pretty much blind."

Nitpick, nitpick, nitpick. It's a great song anyway.

Ugh, weather.

sleet hisses pale grey

on ice-cracked mountain sidewalks.

steam rises from tea.

Horndog On A Stick

After three days on a different, low-dose birth control (Microgestin Fe 120, as opposed to the dreaded OrthoTriCyclen), is it too soon to know if it's the reason I am suddenly incredibly horny all the time?

Or is it the fact that Wulfy came down with an _insert number of hours here_ stomach bug, and knowing I can't even kiss him is somehow bringing my (largely absent, lately) sex drive to the forefront of my consciousness?

Amusing anecdote: night before last I dreamed that I fucked Wulfy in a Cracker Barrel restaurant, which was actually a riverboat. I told him this as he staggered back to bed after being sick again, and it made him laugh weakly while holding his stomach.

Also, the new pill doesn't make me throw up! Score.