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[which_chick]

More house cleaning. (This is a play on words. I am cleaning. I am watching House (yes, again) at the same time. House. Cleaning. Get it?) At this point, I have actually cleaned up things that have been languishing for a while, I have. Yay me. The house still isn't clean, but it's cleaner. That's all we can hope for in this world. I have Thursday night (after pony) and Friday night to get further work done on this front so that I will be moderately able to pretend that I live in an orderly and tidy environment. (On the grand scale of lies, I live in an orderly and tidy environment ranks up there with It was like that when I got here and I do.)



I should also probably figure out some menu plans so that I can feed the houseguests. I've made a mental note on that front. Breakfast is going to involve eggs. I have eggs and they're free. Eggs over light, with toast. Eggs, scrambled. Eggs, formed into eclairs. (That's the Breakfast of Champions, there.) There should be something more than just eggs for breakfast. Possibly fruit. Fruit is nice. And toast, too. And bacon, to make the eggs taste better. Okay. Breakfast: eggs and bacon and toast and fruit. Done. Dinner, then. Dinner could be spare ribs and some vegetable that is attractive at the grocery and ... what else goes with spare ribs? Another vegetable? (I could do curry, but I eat my curry damn hot for normal people. Also, the guests like there to be a meat and a veggie at meals. My curries mostly do not contain meat.)

I don't have guests very often and I'm not good at it. There's a lot of pre-guest drama in my world. I like seeing people well enough but I hate having people in my space. It makes me twitchy. A lot. However, it's probably healthy to let other people into my house at least once every six years or so. :) It's not like they're strangers, either. They're people I know and like and everything. My issue with guests is more indicative of my issues than it is of any actual, y'know, issue with the actual guests.

Also, I like having a clean house for the two minutes that it stays clean after the guests leave. Guests are a fantastic excuse to declutter and I am taking advantage of it at the moment.

In relatively unrelated news, I've been entertaining impure thoughts regarding the ex of several years ago. Right now, I'm still entertaining the thoughts rather than the ex, primarily because if I have him again, then I have to get rid of him again when I'm done having him. That unfortunate fact of life is such a pain in the ass -- makes the reward of having him not commensurate with the annoyance factor of getting rid of him after. So, just entertaining the thoughts at this juncture. *sigh* It is not a good thing for me to treat people as life-size fuckdolls. (I'm trying to quit.) It is also not a good thing for the person being so treated. Men. They think they can handle sex without strings but they can't. Six, eight months in (which is usually about how long it takes to train them to fuck appropriately), the damn things latch on like limpets no matter what the hell they claimed to be able to do when they went in with their unseeing eyes allegedly wide open.

Comments

[gwangi.livejournal.com]

I think the only solution to your man problem is to start sleeping with married dudes. That way there's no expectation of anything other than sex!

[which-chick.livejournal.com]

On the whole, I have ethical issues with sleeping with married dudes. In the event that the spouse is (a) informed and (b) present and optionally (c) filming, it's better but still kind of ethically icky for me.