A Little Tour of My BOO-DWAHR...updated 0400 PT...

Here is where the magic happens! (Also, what dude wouldn't want to make out with me in this room?)

...UPDATED DOWN POST 0400 PACIFIC TIME 23-9-2017...

First, me (with dog)... KISSY FACE!

Shelves lined with books and activities. AND PORN! (Please note the floating lapidary display I'm working on for Joyce at the local museum, on the desk)...

Closet full of clothes, a bit of color accentuating it (Eric, your old football jerseys have been washed for that thing you're doing down in Ventura, hanging on my side with the clean stuff)...

Dubious art collection, cork board, iconography, full bed with luxe 400-thread count sheets...

Detail by door: an old strega trick to combat some Ecuadorian brujeria from you-know-where and you-know-who...

SOON TO BE PICTURED: MY NIGHTSTAND...

...AND HERE'S THE UPDATE as of 0400 BEALE/VANDENBERG:

My sexy nightstand, with all I need except lube (ooh-rah!), which is on the desk...

My own, personal Shark vacuum, which I use to detail the car, as well as my new-to-me Chinese wicker picnic basket -- good for outings to a park, say, in Alameda (hint, hint, somebody with a high-and-tight...)

And my sexy pedicure... SO INTIMATE, Y'ALL!

...update out...

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Welcome to a typical shopping/cleaning day:

Having some homemade limeade, making a shopping list...

While making (in my $10 Walmart Crock Pot - for realz!) chicken noodle soup left over from half a rotisserie chicken; even the bones went into it, and got soft for dog treats or people treats; I gave the next door neighbor a bowl for his health on his 90th birthday...

...And contented myself with a Hindoo lunch: saffron rice gussied up with shallots (and saffron's expensive, Mr. Turmeric!); fresh spinach; walnuts, jack-colby and mozzarella; and a glass of half-and-half...

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Nat'l Security cry for help, courtesy of  CONSCIENTIOUS CITIZEN W. E., who photographed these in - REALLY - Willows/Orland/Ukiah California -- WHO CAN HONESTLY TELL, IN TODAY'S KIM JONG UN AMERICA???

Remember: if you see something, SAY SOMETHING HELLA FUCKED UP -- loose lips sink ships, so make sure yours are sucking dick or eating pussy after hitting the glass dick!

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My lip gloss is cool... My lip gloss is poppin'...

Whatchu know 'bout me? Whatchu know 'bout me?

请帮助房屋翻新费用！谢谢！

家の改修費用を手伝ってください！

Onegai shimasu...

I Ran All The Way Home (Doo-Wop-Doo-Wop-Doo) Just To Say, "I'm Sorry..."

I am not pirate Jenny, nor am I yet proven good enough to be a Marine Corporal's wife...

I am not a cactus, but I have been likened to one by medical professionals...

I am not Peruvian nor am I Bangladeshi, but I am not a rag purveyor (btw, my genius falls short: men and women have put their lives and deaths into these garments, which are years old, and are stained BAR besides -- how do I honor them? Please advise...)

I am not a Swedish fag/wag...

(Thank god I am not dead kamakiri-san, or the future heroin addict this abysmal thing resembles...)

I pretty much called it at 5:30 AM this morning, though clearly I have no business doing so... At 40 years old, no less! I should be doing better in many aspects of life...

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MONDAY, 11-9-2017, 0900 PT

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Second attempt with rough-puff pastry making tarts... Making apple, blueberry (the filling's got Pendell's mountain honey from Stonyford, CA, where I am still stuck! Anyway, good to be stuck here as I usually am -- don't listen to the deputies, as theirs are the asses usually not up here; the upside of being "the Personification of Misinformation" is that I know my own truth, and the horse's mouth... -- and Pendell's has the enzymes I need, as well as the anti-allergy properties that help, particularly during spring, summer, and early autumn... I HAVE FOR ALL INTENTS AND PURPOSES BEEN STUCK HERE IN HEAVEN FOR 2 YEARS GRUMBLE GRUMBLE...)

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余やそなたら,買いは入らない

このうちはびんぼうなものなんだ

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Been told in a dream I could get my man killed just by wanting him, by loving him, by wanting to see him before I die, so no begging today...

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Fucked-up mole (smells tangier than it is; about to be strained; added some blueberries, honey this go-round -- just ate the dregs 0929 PT, and if I may say so: BEEYOTCH, IT IS DA SAUCE, TOO MUCH FOR SOME!):

(A scarecrow's portion -- Thanks, Krakowski, for the title of your latest mystery novel! -- goes to Walmart #02053 for fucking up kids in your employ, and for getting rid of the best people for the wrongiest reasons, for misusing your awesomest employees, and for forgetting that WE ALL KNOW YOU PEOPLE HAVE WALMEX TO THANK FOR THE FACT THAT YOUR UGLY, ANTEBELLUM ASSES ARE STILL IN BUSINESS! Salud!)

And if I don't get to see a certain Angela: Yes, I wanted to kill you in a reflexive instant, but thank the angels that never happened.... At a point, I was even proud of the fact that I should have stomped on you in the back of Protestant (!) church that one time, had it not been for God and the methylamphetamine I was on.... You would have been happy -- maybe? -- that not a conspiracy of hatred was doing you in.... Let's grow up, shall we? Both of us, I mean! Just keep your shoes off the bed, and your bag off the floor, and good will come to you -- life doesn't have to be hell... Besame mucho.

Anyway, the mole is sitting in my fridge as of pressing "PUBLISH," and I don't want it to break down any more! (Though I'm pretty sure it's settled and can be fridged for a week to a fortnight....)