man I just had the most pleasurable experience... Just me, myself and a big, fat avocado-piled lamburger on my bed-yes I got grease all over my purty dress, but man oh man, was it worth it!!

I love meat.

And avocadoes, yeah baby, those succulent, plump, delicious, creamy little bastidges, love 'em, love 'em, love 'em!

Sigh... The only thing lacking is my precious peppers, PCC let me down yesterday, no little clear plastic cartons of wee sweet redyellowandorange absofockingtively degoddamnliscious peppers!

Oh lord tell me they're not gone for the season. I'll die, I swear(as if there wasn't enough swearing already in this post)!

OK... Now I have to go make sure I haven't burnt my p'au d'arco all to shite.

YES! God is good(watching out for my absent-mindedly blogging ass), my nice big mug of p'au d'arco tea is happily steaming beside me... I'll keep my fingers crossed on the pepper tip. God's a busy deity, ya know.

Now where was I?

Absolutely nowhere, you say?

Right, well, to keep the nowhere ball rolling merrily along then, my toenails are still striped purple and silver from Critical Massive(I haven't posted about that insane weekend yet, have I? Hmmph, I'll have to rectify that), though they're starting to get 'roots' now.

Saw some spectacular fireworks monday night-nuthin' quite as American as gigantic, deafening explosions and giant clouds of pollution. Unfortunately I didn't have Sam with me... He loves explosions.

Went for a hair-raising motorcycle ride on the way there, wearing a bike helmet! I don't recommend it-although it was better after Josh gave me his sunglasses, so I could actually open my eyes.

:)

Death always feels so exhilaratingly immanent on those things.

Oh and I got a pretty sweet compliment on my last massage tonight. She melted pretty good under my fingers and at the end, she half sat up(which is no easy feat when face down on a massage table and looked at me and said:

'That was phenomenal-the best massage I've had in years!'

Gonna file that one away with 'Magic!' from the beaming fella last week who came in for another after receiving his first massage ever from me the week before-love those repeat customers...

Stuff like that makes me feel like I'm doing the right thing. Sorta keeps me going in this up and down biz-it's certainly not for the money!

I had a few massages last week that didn't go so well. Nothing really went wrong, but just didn't really click into that sweet massage zone and didn't feel like I'd given them what they came for.

Win some, lose some, I guess.

Alright, I think I'm done boasting and rambling about random food turn ons...

Hmmm... What do I have that I can dunk in my tea?