A lyrical joyride

On OKCupid, one of the questions is “When you waste a whole day and do nothing, how do you feel?” When I waste a day and do nothing, I feel bad. I have so much stuff to do, writing, hanging with the kids, divorce stuff, work, reading, working out, playing the drums, etc. that wasting a day just doesn’t happen. To me, wasting a day is when I do stuff, but don’t get as much accomplished as I should have. I never have a day when I just do nothing. This last weekend was sorta like that for me though. I did a lot of stuff, but nothing major. I worked out every day. I practiced the drums every day. I also saw a couple of movies. I watched some sports, but it’s hard to watch the Sox implode and I don’t watch preseason football. I do have some interesting tidbits from the weekend, and without further ado, here they are.



Practicing the drums. I dunno what was up with drummers from the 80s/90s, but they loved to ride that hi-hat. I dunno what it’s called and I’m a drummer, but basically both sticks pummeling the hi-hat for the entire song. It’s tough. Throw in “Where the streets have no names” and you’ve got a workout. Ok. I got ahead of myself. I’m sort of in a new band. I say “sort of” because I haven’t practiced with them or met them, but it sounds like we have 4 solid players and we are ready to get this thing going. We have Thursdays mapped out as our practice day and I think we are gonna be practicing in Downers Grove, which is like 5 mins from my house. Much better than Park Forest, which was an hour each way. The other band was more serious, which meant that I was never gonna be an official member cuz I can’t go on tour and all that. I just wasn’t a good fit. This one is more like a hobby and that is perfect for me. So the guy that organized the whole thing put together a list of tunes and we all voted on our first 10 songs to learn for practice. We ended up with 14 songs to practice (over an hour of material). On Friday night I went through half the set, on Sat morning I went through the other half. Then on Sunday, I went for broke and went through the whole set non-stop. No mean feat. These songs are hard. Here’s the setlist:



Just like Honey: The Jesus and Mary Chain

With or Without You: U2

Where the Streets have no names: u2

Where is my mind: The pixies

Bittersweet Symphony: The verve

Lucky Man: The verve

Fake Plastic Trees: Radiohead

Ceremony: Joy Division

New Dawn Fades: Joy Division

I am the resurrection: Stone Roses

Pictures of You: The cure

Just like Heaven: The cure

Reptile: The church

Everyday is like Sunday: Morrissey



I’m not so sure about the Verve, but everything else on here kicks ass, and unfortunately most of the songs are really tough for me to play. That’s what practice is for I guess. I think I’ll get them with practice, but the chances of me screwing up live are like 100%. I don’t really care though. I’m def getting ahead of myself worrying about playing live, we gotta practice first. I’m way geeked about the songs though, and the guys seem cool. I think the band’s name should be 120 Minutes.



I had some time to kill on Saturday, I wanted to go see Sundowner, but that fell through. I ended up doing nothing. Well I knocked out a movie that I have been meaning to watch and was available on On Demand. The Deer Hunter. I had never seen it. This movie is over 3 hours. They don’t make movies like this anymore (some would say that’s a good thing). It was good. It was not a feel good movie, it’s the type of movie where you kinda feel like shit when you are done watching it, but it makes you think. I really wanted someone to talk about it with. I bet there is something online where you can go on and discuss movies. I should check that out, or start it up. I think I could write a 20 page paper on the movie, but right now, I don’t feel like I could do it justice by giving it just a cursory comment. It’s a powerful film and if you don’t like to be challenged by a film, then don’t see it. I had some issues with it, some continuity stuff that I’m surprised they messed up. Other than that, it was pretty amazing. De Niro was awesome, definitely a force to be reckoned with.



I ended up with some free time on Sunday night. I was doing Laundry, so I decided to check out another movie. I felt like I crossed a classic off my list and I wanted to do the same thing again. I searched through On Demand, and all I could come up with was…Yentl. I really thought I was gonna hate Yentl, I told myself that if after the first hour I was into it, I would turn it off. I ended up really liking it. I had no idea it was a musical. The songs were not very catchy. The performances were pretty solid, the story was really good. Some of the situations that Yentl got into really blew my mind. They were just things that I never would’ve thought of. It made me really think about screenwriting. How to create a character that will appeal to a wide audience. Well, you have to create the character, suck the audience in, and then put the character in trying situations with difficult choices. That’s all Yentl was, and it worked.



This crap is all boring though. Not much on the dating tip. All I can say is that I stumbled across this profile. It speaks for itself. I did not contact the person. The profile included a pic of the woman naked except for panties. She had her arms crossed in front of her chest and her face obscured by the camera. I think it’s real. Happy reading. I cut and pasted the profile for your reading pleasure below:



At the end of the Kafka story "A Hunger Artist," the title character confesses that he would have eaten, if only he could have found a food that satisfied him. That line is resonating with me, because I am starving, but lately I have not been able to find a food that satisfies me. Save me from making a performance of renunciation by giving me the food I need.

I need you to take me in hand as soon as we meet, to speak to me in low, even tones, to tell me what you'll do to me, what I'll do for you, to let me know beyond a shadow of a doubt that you are alpha animal and I am beta, to hold down my hands as you bring my drink to my lips, to take me in a corner where we hope no one will see and tilt my head back and put your fingers deep in my mouth. I need you to take me to your house and hold me and control me. I need you to hurt me, but I need you to know how to hurt me. I need you to bring me to where too much suddenly isn't. I need to be babied and fed and comforted. And I need to be fucked.

Please.

And please, tell me what you want. I could tell you stories of my past lovers, how hard I've worked for them, how I've pushed myself to give them everything they needed, how loving and accepting I've been. Of course, I can only be that for you if you are that for me. And it all comes with time. First, I need to be fucked.

I don't like the words "slave" and "master"; "master" I will call you if it's what you prefer or demand, but I am no one's slave. I prefer "submissive." I will not pretend that I want nothing but to devote myself to someone who doesn't make me feel well-attended to. I am a hungry pet who'll have a lot of gratitude for the man who feeds me, but I would not describe my motto as "I live to serve." I live for a warm, reciprocal relationship in which both of us get what we need. That said, when inspired, enthralled, or in love, I am a very good girl, and depending on the way our relationship developed, I could be willing to be obedient in many settings, not just in bed.

I'm height weight proportionate, in good physical shape, tallish, size 6, small breasts, strong legs, round ass. I have a lovely face with large eyes and prominent features, a farmer's fair daughter type. Pictures of my face make an excellent case for fucking me, and I will send them if you contact me.



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I’m looking for

· Guys and girls who like bi girls

· Ages 25-46

· Near me

· Who are single

· For new friends, long-term dating, short-term dating, casual sex

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You should message me if

Someone asked me recently what turned me on in a lover, and I said: physical strength; a low, regular voice giving me orders; a warm, animal smell; bravery; the uninhibited expression of love, or at least affection, depending on our relationship; self-control; deep and manifest acceptance of and appreciation for my body and everything it does; rhythm; creativity and a thirst for variety; tenderness; intuition for what's going on in my body and mind without me having to say too much; patience; and of course, intelligence expressed verbally. That last is crucial. You'll use your words to structure our experience; I want to know you can make them transport me.