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KentuckyPython - Archived Blog Posts

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Sometimes you just can't impress a guy with knowing something--or anything. He's made up his mind to be a dumb jock and is not going to let you tell him that he isn't. Fine. That doesn't mean that we can still be bed buddies or anything. ;) It just means I'll have to find someone else to take to the Opera.
 
The total reconstruction of Tooth #3 is almost completed. I’ve been drilled, cored, filled, ground, and fitted for a new crown. The temp is silver, and I find it absolutely cool, but I guess it will be better to have one that matches my other teeth. It’s visible when I smile. There is some pain, and I have plenty of meds. They don’t cause drowsiness, and that’s a good thing. One thing I don't get is why everything at a dentists office has to tast horrid. I mean, they do reaize you'll be putting most of the stuff in your mouth. Right?

I stopped at LFPL today and picked up a small volume of Runbaud’s poetry. It’s nice to re/read it. I’ve read some of his work but not much. This will go nicely with a red head and some absinthe. We all know where this is going. There will be more written on Alun I am sure of that. Okay, I liked it that the guy in Highland kept checking me out while chatting blithely away on his cell phone, and I really liked those guys who came in and sat down in the suite. Hmm, how does one strike up a conversation. It would have been different at OLCH. And I just didn’t make it in there today. And, well, they probably weren’t there.

And I got my new lavender shirt with monogrammed cuffs. I don’t believe it. I’m a fucking monogrammed, corporate, bohemian goth child. How did this happen? :confused:
 
Come, the Wines go to the beaches,
And the waves by the millions!
See the wild Bitter
Rolling from the top of the mountains!
Let us, wise pilgrims, reach
The Absinthe with the green pillars….

- Comedy of Thirst, Arthur Rimbaud


Okay, I've got Ella singing, I've started making a little bit of small talk with one of the guys I'm interested in, and while I've no Absinthe in my garret, I've got a flute of some excellent wine ready to be savored with some particularly fine cheese.

All said, it's not a bad night ahead.

:king:​
 
As I rounded the corner sweat pouring off of me, there he stood in his boxer briefs and nothing else. His hairless chest has the sign of a guy who's been lifting weights for an aeon or two, and while his abs are to die for, they are bot the overly sculpted washboards. I could have fucked him right there and brought him home for supper. I barely managed to look him in the eye. I did get out a typical, "Hey, how's it going." Well, kids it's a start. Just my luck, the boy's straight.
 
I don't understand why I keep rushing my life away. "If it were only tomorrow." "I wish it were payday." Really, I'm 40 and should be trying to slow time down. Okay, by my birth certificate I'm 40, but in so many ways, I'm just 25. I'm not like Peter Pan and refusing to grow up. I just refuse to grow old. :D
 
I'm beat. I am forcing myself to stay up so I'll sleep through the night. I bet I didn't get two solid hours of sleep last night, and I doubt I ever got into a truly deep sleep. Any minute now I'm going to get paranoid and think the chirping bird is trying to tip off the Man that I'm looking at porn or read sufi poetry or drink my coffee with too much cream.

On the other hand, the weight training is paying off, and I can sit and play with the muscles in my biceps and shoulders. Yes, it is a fun evening at home. !oops! I did my 50 minutes of cardio today which helped me need some sleep. Oh, and I have to be at work at 6:30 tomorrow and work until 5:00, and there's a free dinner involved at 5:30, so it will be a late evening. I might just pop a nighttime pain reliever before turning in.
 
I was suppose to leave work early today, but I didn’t get to. There was a meeting I felt I needed to attend. I took my comp time and played–at the gym, then had Chinese buffet for lunch, then a shopping tour of the office supply store. Anyway, I signed up for my assessments I’ll see how they turn out. I’m really kind of anxious to get started. I’m also seriously thinking about doing that Tuesday cardio class. I guess it's more a matter of making up my mind and doing it.
 
It's a little bit painful in some places; it involved neither bondage or sex. It was the new enhanced trainer suggested weight training. The amounts went down, the times went up. I'm still getting adjusted. I'm getting used to the free weights. I'll see how it all comes together. Part of me absolutely hates it, and part of me really does like it. I didn't put in some of it--the ab routine, the plank, the Roman chair. I need to do those. It will all come in time. The worst part will be those damned sheets she wants me to keep. I don't really do that, and I don't want to do it either. Well, let's face it. I need to be stubborn and obstinate about something don't I?
 
I had to go to the grocery store this afternoon. I didn't realize that it was Gay Hour! It was better than a gay bar. Of course I was there to buy stuff like tuna steak and marinated artichokes. I was dressed okay, but not in the mood to pick up a date. Hmmm, maybe I didn't have to grab that dental floss afterall...
 
It's Oaks Day in Louisville, and I have been extremely sluggish--even sent someone else with money to place my bets. I've had Mexican food, drank what I thought was Mexican beer (brewed by A-B), played on the Internet, but I've done nothing constructive. That's part of the charm for this weekend.

I did watch that tape that TWGTL loaned me. It's great that they found something. I also read the poem that JL sent. Very nice work from him. I have to say that I really liked it. I don't know how he'll find my short story. Maybe it will be okay.
 
I haven't made the avatar change yet, but Stryker did some fantastic work on the sketch I want to use for my avatar. Thank you. I appreciate your help with it; I'd never have been able to come close to what you did. ..| (I thought there was an emoticon with a "Thank You" sign).

I also won, for the first time in years, a couple of bucks on the Derby. I might have a short story coming out of the day. I'm not sure yet. I've got a couple of ideas and may combine them into one story. I'll have to work on it.

I had way too much mint julep yesterday. Okay, I had way too much alcohol. There was wine with dinner, then a beer, then the juleps. I'm a born Kentuckian, live in spitting distance of the Track, and the juleps were free. Could I have turned it down? I don't think so. Now, if I'd had a $1,000 to blow, I'd have done one of the ultimate juleps, but that's okay. The free ones were very nice indeed.
 
Hmmm, will it be another episode of murder in the pent house? I can't say. I know there will be some story coming from me and Reverand Mother will not fair well--better than TDW, TBS, and That Blonde Hoosier (TBH), but one doesn't set her spies upon us like hyenas after a fresh kill. Not while the Dragon still feeds anyway.

I loved the food for lunch today. I want the steak next time. I'll pass on the Chanel #5 icecream though. I'm glad TWBTL suggested it. I love good linen napkins, china, wait staff, paying from the table. Those are all the things I miss--besides an office, an assistant, control of a corporate credit card with my name on it, full access to the server. Ubi sunt! Back to the present...
 
My ass hurts; my legs hurt. It's working. I think this new routine is paying off. I haven't tried one of those new shirts in the smaller size though. I'm about to give in and buy a new polo size "L" without that X that's been there for an aeon or two. ;)
 
I did it! I finally took A’s class. It’s intense. It was a good work out, especially after I had done a full weight training set. At first I thought I was going to pass out. We began with a jog, then jog backwards,. There were relays, leg lifts, stuff with a weight bar. Oh, the hop scotch relays were killers. He asked how I liked it, and I told him that it was intense, but the hard part was remembering where the hell we were in the mix. He agreed that a big part of it is getting used to it. I’m sore in a few places, and I’ll be up to do a full cardio tomorrow after work.


LaaLaa gave me a Heresy Bar from with the baby’s birth information on it–replacing the cigar I guess. Well, I’m not going to eat a candy bar, so I kept the part about him, but gave the rest to A and M. “Dude, you rock,” was his response. She ate half, and made him take the rest. Presumably, he’ll get to eat that part.
 
Work was a pain the neck yesterday. I had a company with more issues that a gay redneck, Reverend Mother trying her best to run the company from her cell phone, TDW being as clueless as Col. Mustard in the boiler room with a shrimp fork, and the Blond Wookie hiding Jamaica. It was so bad TWBTL was set on drinking after work. I suggested she begin with a nice Cuba Libra and work her to drunkenness slowly.

Finally, the bell sounded (okay it's imaginary), and I nearly bounded down the steps three at a time. Heaven (Hill) help anyone who was in my way. At the gym, I got changed and started my weekend destresser. The run on the cross trainer did wonders for my attitude I must admit, but it added to the soreness in my thighs. I didn’t go above a tension of five, and on the treadmill I didn’t go above an incline of three or faster than four miles an hour. While I’ve got that pain going, I do feel good. Some of it is residual endorphins I’m sure, but there’s more to it. Some is most likely the psychological realization that I’m doing good stuff for myself.

(*k*)​
 
I did A’s class again yesterday, but I did a cardio routine first instead of lifting. It’s good, and I’m getting better. Maybe in a couple of weeks it will be better still. He does mix it up some, and the half hour went by quicker. I didn’t like the jump rope routines we did, and I forgot to take water. That’s something I be I keep struggling with.

I got my crown on and one filling in. I still need the one on the other side completed. Then I should be done for a while. I’ll be glad to be out of the dentist office for six months. I don’t mind the semi-annual check ups, but I’m not fond of some of the major proceedures. I did lunch at the Colonade today. I try to get down there at least once a season. Sometimes, that’s a challenge. I noticed that they’ve moved the photos around. I couldn’t find the one of the men in front of the movie theatre.
 
I discovered that I can go up the steps inside the Tower and get to street. That’s how I got over to the bar. It was a different pace, and one that I might do on occasion. It will be a little easier to hide that way.

Last night was one of hard drinking. I stuck with my low carb rum and Diet Coke. However, I did breakdown and buy a sandwich. They took the order, and sent a guy out to tell J that they didn’t have it. I had to interject myself into the conversation. I’d already paid, or I would have cancelled the order. I was starved, and they took forever to get the buffet table out. It kind of sucked, because they took so long getting our food to us, that the buffet table was up. The party foul of the night was J dropping his Bud Light on the slate floor. It took them forever to come clean it up. I was ready to day that if they’d get me a broom, I’d be happy to do it. It’s got to be on the list of strangest places because they’ll change light bulbs, install security camera, etc. during Happy Hour on a Friday night. You’d think that they could do that when the bar’s closed. Maybe it’s just me.
 
I realize that I’ve not been the most prolific writer in my journals of late, and I want to do some catch up. I know there are people who read them on line with a religious fervor. Yes, they have builded me an altar and everything. Okay, now that we’ve established that point...

I’ve been taking A's class faithfully. It’s getting easier in some places, but in others I’m still pretty lost. It’s not that I can’t do it (form is not wonderful though), it’s that I get lost in the routime. On the other hand, I tend to do well in the racing he's enthralled with making us do. He’s been closing the classes with stretching exercises, and that’s a great thing for me. It’s something I’ve not done enough of. I’ve not been paying enough attention to my weight training, and it will probably show. I’ve just got to find my groove with all of it. I might start doing a class on Fridays–especially if he's teaching it.

Damn, that guy is fueling too damned many sexual fantasies. I’m either going to have to fuck him for real or get over him. I’ve always had this attraction to him, but of late it’s getting out of hand. Also, I notice that he’s in the locker room quite often when I’m in there. It’s not always, but often, and if he sees in some state of undress, he seems to do a double take. Of course, it could all be my overactive imagination. But I’d be happy if it weren’t and there could be something physical between us.

I’m trying to remain carb conscious and limit them to between 120 and 150 per day. These last few days have been a little higher than I’d like. I’ve got tres leche cake that will probably put me over the top, but I have to have some pleasures in life beyond working out.

Let’s see...I did do church on Sunday today. I sat through the entire service and even paid attention to the sermon. With GE's encouragement (and literal help), I got up and re-did the altar. It was completely out of balance. We made the changes to it to keep it in some semblance of order. What would gay male visitor think if they came in and the altar was out of whack? They'd think they might as well check out the Presbyterians down the street or the Anglicans next door.

TDW was out on Friday, so it was like a vacation day for all of us. Is that horrid? Well, it’s true. TBW will be back next week. Sometimes, he’s not a lot better than she is though. But I can deal with him better. I have never wanted to just box his jaws until his ears ring like church bells. TDW is JP in a skirt. No, she's worse because she's also very insecure and has no one to cling to like JP had UT's skirt tails. I guess what I'm really looking for is a supervisor who’s suave, openly gay, smart, clued-in, cute, and possesses a certain je ne sais quoi. I guess I want a supervisor that is nearly a mirror to what I want in a mate. Is that too much to ask?

And I need to visit my favorite coffee house in all the world. That should make me feel better. I'll make it up there tomorrow. I hope they're open.
 
Last night in class I busted up my shoulder during A’s eight counts. I think it was more of the muscle than anything else. I was able to finish the class–barely. I should have taken a powder, but whatever.

The dinner at The C's was nice, and it is good that I was able to put a face with S. The food was superb. The waiter patient and cute ;) and deserving a 20% tip for putting up with us. The Cuba libre was very nice, and the second one had even more panache. Or maybe the first set the stage.

Okay, I was looking over the class schedule for June and my favorite class is gone. That means my whole Tuesday/Thursday thing is messed up. Well, “Momma said there’d be days like this. Momma said. Momma said.” I guess the Friday one ML and I were talking about is up on my hit parade.

Somehow, it went from a pot luck on El Chez’s birthday to me making black beans and rice to feed twenty-five. If anyone thinks I’m doing the Pastel Borracho or Pastel de Tres Leche for the same number, they’re out of whatever minds they think they have. I e-mail the Divine Miss T to point me toward a recipe, but Babycakes, I’m not doing the asking or the baking.

Okay, I need a little liquor--right this very minute.
 
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