Author: Teel

Author, artist, romantic, insomniac, exorcist, creative visionary, lover, and all-around-crazy-person.

It is late (early?)

I have to wake up in a few hours to go pick up a Chair and a Half that I bought the other day. Julie was kind enough to agree to assist me with that, and I’ll be glad to have another piece of matching furniture, but oh my gosh. The sun was coming up when I left Denny’s, and it was over 1/2 hour ride home, so it is by no means a reasonable hour to go to bed in hopes of waking up and going to pick up furniture. I am certain that I will do it, but … Ugh.

Another Saturday night where I went out alone

I just met a great guy. Well, he seems great so far. He has a very handsome face and quite a lot of charm. He also works in the computer tech field, which is nice because I’ll be able to have a broader range of conversations with him than with people who aren’t. He’s young, but not too young, and what I’ve seen of his body appeared to be quite to my liking. He has captivating eyes and a familiar sense of humor that I enjoy.

He also lives in Phoenix and does not drive. I also met him at Rocky (not the best place to try to pick people up if you’re interested in a serious relationship or a lasting relationship or a healthy relationship). He also smokes, which is something that I can tolerate but that can really turn me off, and which I don’t allow to occur in my domicile.

He also left me with a very nice kiss. I won’t try to describe it, I’ll just say that it was very appropriate, and very, very nice.

You can meet him at my party.

Painting on my TV again

I spend a lot of time waiting for paint to dry. I think the most interesting way to watch paint dry is with half a TV show fighting its way through.

I’m painting on my TV again. Jennifer Connelly this time. Should be interesting.

Should be interesting watching TV for the next day or two through partially completed or half-dry images obscuring the view.

Fingernails on a blackboard or two dogs fighting over a rabbit.

I feel pressed for money right now, though I know that over the course of the next month I have plenty to go around. Even without Woody paying me. Like, that was my comfort zone; one person not paying me & I could still scrape by. I hate the scraping, though, and moving is not a free endeavor.

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