Random Thoughts

vaginalfantasy:

Hi everyone! Our second inaugural (IT’S A THING) VF Hangout is happening tonight! Please join us at 8pm PST on Felicia Day’s Google+ profile to watch and discuss this month’s VF pick - Deanna Raybourn’s Silent in the Grave. It’s going to be so much fun but only if you all are there to join in and help us say vagina as many times as humanly possible. Oh and talk about Lady Julia Grey and her hot gypsy lovvvvverrrrrrrr. See you tonight!

I have my alcohol ready to feel sophisticated. I can think of many other ways to say vagina. At least for the sake of Lady Grey and that great scene she had to think of many hilarious ways to discuss the male anatomy. 

Edited note at 7pm: I just realized that’s 11pm eastern time. I’m still ready. Just way sooner then I needed to be.

I just don’t seem to be interested in anything. It is looking like a dull night. The Oscars have messed with my TV watching tonight. I have a book I must finish but I can’t seem to sit and read it. Only the hum of the refrigerator, the click of the clock, and the clicking of my fingers on the keyboard. 

One way to fight my boredom is with writing but even this has come difficultly.

Random Thoughts today:

Why haven’t I read any Hunter S. Thomas? I am finding some quotes I like and now I wonder if I would like his writing. This puts me at a disadvantage since I promised myself I wouldn’t buy anymore books this year (at least during lent) without reading some of the ones I own and haven’t read yet. 

There is always the Library.

Quotes:

“Faster, faster, until the thrill of speed overcomes the fear of death”
- Hunter S. Thompson

and

“Sex without love is as hollow and ridiculous as love without sex.”
- Hunter S. Thompson

Oh and the question from earlier. Should I start another Tumblr to just reblog and keep this one just for my experimental writing. Still thinking about that. Maybe just keep it the way it is. Liking and posting.

Now some physical writing….maybe.

I was thinking of starting another Tumblr just for reblogs….Should I?

My mouth is thick. My cheeks grow with every scratchy word. I am dishonest for pretty words. I trip over myself and secrets bruise memories. A fuzzy mess of desire. Not just flesh but mind. Both pink and ripe. An easy target. Dying for a time before. But everything is blue, purple, and black dripping with nothings. Hunt me. Find me. Destroy me.

You tie me down with your words. Red rubbed deep and blistering pink. Faces with empty stares and deep thoughts. Plans of forever with stitches of light.

I am a coward. I don’t know how to free myself. Limited to walls with the same cracked views.

Time to gush about Ravenswood Wine. Not only are their wines amazing but their customer service, even better.

I had to wait to post this because this gift was for someone else and I didn’t want to give away the present! It was more of a replacement gift.

We visited Ravenswood Winery in Sonoma California about two years ago. We tried tasty wines and walked away with their (If I remember correctly) complementarity Ravenswood logo wine glass with the black etching. Sometime after returning from the trip, I was doing the dishes for this person. The glass somehow cracked up the cup portion of the wineglass in the drain board. This person was very nice about it and now the glass just stands on a shelf. I don’t know why I didn’t think of replacing the glass sooner.

On their website you can only purchase their wine. I emailed them and I spoke to Kristin. She was so nice and helpful. I had told her I was in no rush but they shipped it fast and packed the glass well.

I will never touch/wash this person’s new glass. I should have ordered two so I could be better prepared if I crack another one but I know the people at Ravenswood wine are there to help me and my clumsiness.

If you ever get the chance to go to California, visit Ravenswood Winery in Sonoma.

I saw you but I don’t think you saw me. You were maybe a half a block away with your black windbreaker and red scarf hung loose around your neck. I had a feeling you would be out walking.
I didn’t call out to you. You were just out of range. I figured we would keep walking towards each other but then you turned the corner. Did you see me? I had my phone. I could have contacted you in someway but I just walked on.

I don’t count a glass of wine as drinking alone when I have a good book to keep me company.