in every corner an enemy

Today, at 1:28 PM, The Land put me in my place.

We had just entered my car and were getting ready to go, when she said to The Sea, "Don't go there," referring to the video game The Sea was playing on a Nintendo DS. i saw the opportunity, and said in an exaggerated voice, "Don't even go THERE!"

The Land casually says (wait for it, this is hilarious):

"You're not funny Daddy. Fortunato (ExA's next one) is funnier than you."

Isn't that cute? Wait til i tell my counselor so she can convince me further that this will get better.

wither

i have not written about Noire much, although we've been seeing each other seriously for over a month. i hadn't put too much thought into it as i thought our hook up would serve as an end as well as a beginning. Now that it has become more, i am not sure i want to put much into it because of fears that it will travel the same path: sexual knowledge, friendship, romance, and then hit a wall. Then apathy.

While i do not feel as though i am in love with her, at times i feel i may be able to. That in itself is a moot point because she is 31 years old and wants to be married and have a family and i am all set with those.

Our discussions are engaging, mostly about film, a common love, but not like those i have with Seraph; our sex is incredible, even more so than with KT, but that is just the universe continuing to mock me for wanting out of my marriage for something as trivial as sex.

She stays over frequently, we fall into comfortable patterns of eating dinner, watching television, going to bed.... it's too easy.

And not who i want to be doing it with.

dewey decimeled

For those of you that blog using Blogger, you are familiar with the button up top that says "Next Blog." Occasionally i will hit it just to browse what others are writing about, hoping there is another one as lame as mine. In the past, various blogs have come up, about crafting, work, poetry and some in languages i cannot even begin to know.

Tonight when i hit the button, a family's blog came up. Cute, but i move on. Then another family, and another family, and another family.... and all of them have babies or toddlers and are crammed with photos of them. It can't be shear chance that these are coming up, so i have decided that Google has categorized my blog as a family blog and has refined the next blog button to find blogs similar to what they have labeled mine.


i may be wrong, but after twenty "Next Blog" hits, i have yet to come up with something that doesn't read like an annual Christmas letter to the relatives. When i come up with a blog about leather and Vaseline, i'll be proven wrong.

talking with angels

Seraph came over last night before heading out with friends. She had asked earlier in the week if we could "philosophize" soon; her phrasing is something i adore about her.


As she talked, i found myself drawn to her again, as i had in glimpses before. Her beauty flowed from her hair, pulled back from her face, from her eyes sleepily laid upon her face, from her lithe, quiet body. She finds herself not feminine at all, and while i can see what she means by her athletic, plain appearance, there are times when femininity defines her completely.

When she left, i wanted to kiss her, but knew better. If i can only leave her untainted.