The Most Interesting Journal Entry Ever Written

I may be exaggerating.  But just a little.

Life as [I] know it:

Summer.  I love this town.  I love being out of Chicago, where everything you own and everywhere you live is another opportunity for the government to leech from you.  City stickers, 12% sales tax, universe-spanning multitudes of liquor taxes (the most important of necessities, naturally).  Most of the taxing was on none other than my soul.  But that is in the past.

I've been at the pool a lot, floating around on a noodle and working on my (man) tan.  Light speed topic switch NOW.  My geraniums were fried during the heat wave, but they're making a comeback.  My clematis is also doing well after I almost killed in a risky pruning operation where the wrong "wire" was cut.  Yesterday, Sean bought me the Asiatic lilies I was dying for - deep scarlet flowers, can't wait for them to start blooming.  And the peace lily Lear sent me is thriving as well.

Perhaps...I have a green thumb?  This is not going badly for my first try at gardening.  *knocks on wood*.

Speaking of Lear, (s)he arrives in 9 1/2 hours (to pleasure my 9 1/2 inches HURR HURR) and the suspense is painful (on my erection).  We need to plan a vacation - Lear, Kit, Sean, and I.  Disneyworld, totally.  Damn, son, it IS the happiest place on Earth for real.

I also need to get my ass to New Orleans.  I want to go during Halloween, but I'd probably come home possessed by a malevolent spirit.  New Orleans on Halloween...imagine.  Sean wants to go on New Years, which I'd love to do as well.  We're going to avoid Mardi Gras like the plague.  Tourists...

Which is funny, because I'm a tourist.  It's weird though.  I think I had a past life in New Orleans.  I was looking at a map of New Orleans the other day and I felt like I KNEW the streets of the French Quarter.  Just like...the order and whatever.  Chartres, Royal, Bourbon, Dauphine, intersected by Canal...East on Chartres and you'll find Jackson Square, St. Anne, St. Louis Cathedral.  Marigny to the east, 9th Ward/Holy Cross down river which is actually sort of...up, Delta country to the east, the bahhhyou.  Then again, anyone who's been to New Orleans probably knows all this already.  It isn't exactly difficult to remember.

Staring at clock.  Have wasted fifteen minutes, and 1.5 minutes of *your* time maximum.

This is not
the greatest entry in the w-orld...
This is just a tribute...

Aus.