time alone

thirsty, i'm so thirsty... so he got up to drink some water to quench his thirst... next puzzle, he thought as he pondered his navel lint... i wonder if fat people get more navel lint, and whether they can access it... on second thought, maybe that's a puzzle best left for others to solve... are fat people starving for attention?... these and other ponderings on fat people are brought to you by my contemplations of actually becoming one, which only means giving up on the health and life and intimacy i enjoy, but i would keep my taste buds in a hyper state of euphoria much more often... and no, i really do not think i could get tired of chocolate or pizza... though chocolate pizza i tired of already...

yes, so, the music goes on and it is a completely clear and empty case, so i have no idea who i am listening to... grand papa donks cd called songs & stuff (yeah, open the cd player and read the disk itself, good idea, would fat people have thought of it?... are fat people inherently lazy?... meanwhile, the music goes on even in parentheses)... my belly full but me hungry.,.. and how has life been since last we exchanged words?... interesting... body tired, also lazy and low-energy of late... wish it was mono cuz that might have meant i kissed somebody lately... thing is, i do not find people i want to kiss, it's so rare for me to be really turned on by someone down here in olrando...

and kissing is such a vitally important experience in this life, sigh and all...

speaking of vital importance, breakfast is the most important mean of the day and i may have eaten breakfast on less than a fifth of the days i've awakened, though i eat what is commonly categorized as breakfast foods at other things of the day now and then, i rarely eat in the first few hours of waking and often each just before falling asleep because food has always been a great sleep inducing effect for me probably because of the sugar rush and comfort feeling of a belly full... some people have the opposite reaction, which is why they often have small bellies... and are probably potentiall healthier unless they do other things to kill themselves... we all do, after all, kill ourselves, i mean, cuz just look at the proof... we all die, after all...

the shakespeare people of orlando did a decent job of kiss me kate last night, though i felt the ending was diluted somehow... i'd rewrite if and insert at least two or three more songs because the killer emotions were undermined by the suddenness of the turn arounds... and the chemistry was not there yet, though they did have one thing down pat, the egocentricity and the haughtiness, but that is so prevalent in the winter park community... it's one of my favorite areas of central florida cuz it's most like a city, which is really just blocks and blocks of upscale-looking strip malls without parking lots and with apartments above them and a park or two tucked in here and there, except winter park has a lot more parks... if only the atmosphere (read: people) were not so snooty at times, but then, that's anywhere...

i wonder how many people have hairy butts... i mean, girls and boys, not just boys... you can't really tell in clothes, not even on the beach, cuz hairy butts are rarely hairy enough to show... now hairy crotches, that's a different story... those are easier to see on girls in bathing suits, but for guys, bulges are generally not hair... and then, does hair, speaking of hairy crotches, does hair improve sex or unimprove it (unimprove?)... i suppose this could go for hairy butts too, for people who are into anal sex, but as i am not (I get more anal sex than i need from my own turds passing through that small anus so i don't have any desire to have more even harder long tubular objects passing through) into anal, i was pondering, however suddenly and/or out of place, the merits or drawbacks of penile-vaginal (or oral, i suppose) sex with or without pubic hair... personally, i much prefer no hair at all, so skin friction can be maximized, but that is a matter of sensitivity i suppose... i also do not like the feeling ot stuff between my teeth...

depilatories or razors, hmmmm...

i have these thoughts floating around my head tonight... how do you feel about life on other planets?... i mean, really living stuff, not the alien feeling we all might feel from time to time, some more often than others, me just about all the time), and even sentient beings with language and technology and enlightenment that equals and/or surpassed ours (like manipulating time and space and miniaturizing things, cuz just think of what we'll be doing in the next century when you consider how big a phone or computer was just thirty years ago,or how far away the other side of the world was just a hundred years ago, or the moon, for that matter, just sixty years ago, not to mention how living peacefully sharing life and co-existing for goodness and beauty and spirit of humanity has improved a bit, i mean, we no longer have public beheadings and overtly acceptable slavery and the same kind of witch trials there once were (just look, is beheadings in your spell checker anymore?), though there's so far to go on that level too)... it seems statistically virtually completely illogical to suggest there is not life and just as improbable that there is no sentient life, in fact, there probably is, was, and surely will be way more advanced species than humans, whether you believe in god or not, cuz it you don't then it's simply logical, and if you do, do you really think this is the best your god can do?...

tomorrow is another softball practice so i ought to be getting to sleep, even though the mind is swimming with a kaleidescope of colorful concepts and expanding minutia... there are times when i go beyond amusing myself with words (whatever the effects may be on anyone else) and flat out tickle myself, but then, on occasion, i even think i think profoundly, whether the words find the profundity in them or not, which is a puzzle in and of itself, after all, for words are just puzzle pieces that can be arranged in a myriad of arrangements to create an infinite number of literary images... even though most of what we, humans, i mean, do with words is repeat the same thoughts over and over... kind of like practice, i suppose, and that makes it a good thing, i suppose, all the redundant repetition surely must improve our abilities to create more different and fascinating and worthwhile and meaningful literary images with these puzzle pieces called words...

i am getting better at softball too, though i am reaching a plateau that will only be elevated by removing the bulge between my crotch and breasts... not that i have breasts in the girl sense, but there are fat cells up there too, and hair down below, and on the skin, for that matter, so i am not totally opposed to hair, but i still prefer a hairless crotch, at least on a sex partner... so eating all these pf creme (with the accent on the middle e) filled pirouettes is probably a bad idea, but then they are so good... french vanilla are my favorite, which is ironic since they have at least two different kinds of chocolate... so there are two french connections here, for what that's worth...

but seeing that i should sleep, as it is approaching 4am (no matter what the time stamp may say, after all, i got home after midnight, but shhhhh, let's not manipulate time too much, after all, we've got a long way to go) and i waste my time showing up to practice too tired, i don't have time to ponder the french tonight...

nite nite :)