2004-03-16

Hello, little love nuggets. It's been a fabulously hot 'n' sticky week, and I don't mean it in a lowdown dirty way. It's beautiful weather by all standards unless you're DOING anything. Then you're covered in a warm little film of muggy. Sweet.

My orchestra concert on Sunday went smoothly. I didn't sob openly or even closetedly. Most importantly, I didn't spaz out. It's been a while since I've been on stage in a, ahem, formal setting. I was nervous, not that I'd fuck up, but that I'd, I don't know, have some sort of uncontrollable spastic arm motion that would simultaneously knock three instruments and couple music stands over.

I suppose my fears were unfounded. At least they were fodder for good nightmares!

In other bitchy mind processes, I am still marveling at the grotesque stupidity of people on a daily basis. Whether they're on the news, in the grocery store, in politics, or just the stupid dumbfucks throwing open their car doors without checking to see if a bicycle or car is coming by, I am, quite frankly, awed that the human race ever figured out how to procreate in the first place.

Perhaps it would've been better for all of us if early man just jacked off wherever he felt like it and woman smiled contentedly without a clue that her bloody hole was actually the divine place for men to shoot a load and create tiny devil spawn.

Lord knows the planet would be better off. Likely the entire universe.

But, NOOOO, someone, (either far more intelligent than the average assbrain you see on the street or perhaps just more diligent) figured out they needed to stick a wee wee in a hoo hoo, and here we are, eating everything, killing everything and sticking it to each other every chance we get.

Of course, the happy bi-product is that we have refined the art of sex. Or at least some of us have. Even the numbnuts, who really shouldn't be having it, what the devil spawn and all. See 3 paragraphs above.

Okay, I'm done. Go get it on, chitlens!

p.s. Robin Smith posted a hysterical entry about the pop sensibility of the sure-to-be-a-hit kitten sweatshirt comeback. I freaked, because I tested the waters on this one and posted the failed results in my first diary's kitten story with a boobie picture entry (remove the *): a*dwhore.diaryland.com/toocool.html. I thought I was alone on this one!