Right now my mind is on chalk board paint. I bought some a while back but never got around to using it. My kids have a huge table in their bedroom that I had the idea of turning the surface into a chalkboard, so that they could draw all over it. But I need primer, and I don't have any, so I just sent my husband out to pick me up some. He didn't mind one bit, gave him an excuse to ride his motorcycle before it rains today. I'm excited, I can't wait to get started. Oh, and sex is the furthest thing from my mind at the moment.
I usually multi-thread. The top front part of my brain thinks about life and such. The lower animal part of my brain thinks about sex all day.
How much fucking money im going to have to spend drinking tonight in this fucking 80's club i tend to get dragged into going to. She always says " Its really different, its so much better then other clubs, im going to get down, dyno-mite, Vamos ala playa, Si me gusta tu culo en mi cara mami dalemo duro con pollo and friholes" I just always drown that out and imagine it to be a fun experience, not just some ultra trendy hip spot to go with your friends dressed up like 80's hookers and shuffle your feet and try to be..... retro.... Iv got better things to do, better places to be, better drugs to take. As if im not different already she wants me to go to a "Different" kind of club. At this point i might aswell just say i live a completely fucking alternative lifestyle. I only eat alternative cereals sorry, my car? a hybrid. My shoes? Roos. Music of choice? Neo-Dada. Fav celeb? Bjork...... WTF
Where my friend is who is driving here tonight. She was 15 mins away about a hour ago and has to be lost.
I am trying to get my maters back on; one side fell down and I can't get it back up so its level I have been fighting with this shit for over an hour.