December 22nd, 2005

satyr, drool you bastards, bosom

Cream Collon + rum = decadent snacky goodness.

Double stress of work, Christmas have worn me out. Am going to quit work, become Buddhist, become someone's kept--well, I don't like the connotations of being someone's kept woman. Am going to be someone's kept boy. Understand that Speedos, Bermuda are involved. Or possibly Greece. Could wear Speedos in Greece.

Am going to become Buddhist, become someone's kept boy, move to Greece, abandon Buddhism, embrace D&D-inspired religion, poss. become minor film star, lose stardom through complications of D&D-inspired religion, attempt to revive career by becoming idol singer in Tokyo. Idol singer career will take off because I look exactly like a girl despite putative maleness. Might have own line of Gothic Lolita clothes, accessories, snacks. Will become even more outrageous Japanophile, confuse fans by speaking Japanese like a five-year-old Yakuza, paint entire apartment red, have servants whose sole task is to wave a laser pointer around for Der Katze. Will eventually abandon it all for a life of quiet reflection as a maple farmer in southern Vermont, attended only by my small congregation of D&D-inspired-religion disciples and a couple of servants whose sole task is to wave a laser pointer around for Der Katze.

Relaxation is going to be hard work.