My day today will give you an idea what I'm about. It was an average day.
Went to boxing and then picked up a cute blueberry, whom is 2 and I had with another woman. We went to OMSI where I marveled that the other parents were quite attractive, though I steered clear of them. We got four fish. I named one Charlie and she named one Caitlin Moran. The child manages to thrive in my house despite its refusal to be child centric and it's minimalist mid-century furnishings. I threatened to put her in my oatmeal and then did some consoming of her feet. Once she left, I changed and walked around the corner to my spot in the gourmet ghetto. I sat at the bar and made friends with two cutie gay boys visiting from Seattle, each sporting glasses designed by Devo. We laughed and laughed. I advised them on where to get brunch. I gave some unsolicited advise to the bartender boys, paid, and left. Two doors down is another sexy little spot which I stopped in for a minute, just to chat with the people working and taste their new wine. We talked bike crashes and business. My phone rang and a friend needed her baby watched while she ran an errand so I raced over in my fast little red car. At home again, I granted entrance to a cat that is not mine and I have given a name that I know is not his primary name. Cats are polyamorous. Somebody should inform his owner. I said goodnight to Caitlin Moran. I hope tomorrow is more eventful.*
I see the child twice a week so other days go differently but there are always many people, projects, and hopefully skin and dancing too.