the door buzzer. Mailman has packages; he says he'll leave them by the mail boxes (2 are just boxes of priority mail boxes, the other is GirlScoutCookies from my niece). I don't want to leave bed, hungover a bit, and the rain makes it easy to crawl back under the covers. Eventually, brew some coffee, check email, plug in that video I got yesterday (Casey, starring Casey Donovan, of course), and think about the sweet gorilla who was under my balls late last night, the ex-boyfriend's new boyfriend who bought me a beer earlier in the night (ugh), the chat while dressing with the bloggerboy I'd love to snuggle up to just before going out (slurp), and the kitchen table full of cookies that will no doubt get eaten up by me, and me alone......

but there were the stills from the upcoming Bjork video

which I will eventually post here, plus some more remixes, etc.

The ex. Gee, while a good thing, in the long run, to see him wasted, with another guy, acting rather immaturely; it's still difficult when you haven't gotten to your next boyfriend yet, ya know? And of course, some "relief" in the form of a wonderfully hairy man later on, in a very small cubicle, who smelled and tasted, and touched just right. And such a full, soft beard, and nice eyes. Don't know why I don't ask for phone numbers in those situations.....