by Rajkhet Dirzhud-Rashid -
SGN A&E Writer
Yes, dear readers, I'm still here, and this one is doing quite well, feeling groovy with my handy and wonderfully loving slave (who keeps astonishing this one with more and more tangoing in the sheets, dahling) and planning on my next tattoo very soon. That's 'cause the universe is finally gifting this one with more cash via my psychic business, and big props to all those folks who are getting readings (especially two stars at The Cuff's Full Moon Party a couple of weeks ago, my honeys!). Nothing like having my own cash, and having a love who shares so much that there's pretty much a full coffer these days at The Digs.
Ah, and we do say viva to John Hughes, who left this world last week, and to much-celebrated dancer Merce Cunningham (who this one went out in 80-below weather in Chi-town to see when I lived there before moving to "Rat City" Seattle 20-plus years ago).
You'll both be missed my dears. Also, viva Walter Cronkite, a real journalist's journalist, who also left this world two weeks ago.
On a much happier note, this one finally got the government workers to free up the cash, so things are on an up note in that department (though there was angst before the good stuff, honey, let me tell you!). And big props to those pharmacists, who are back in helpful mode and helping me work through my own budget crunch healthcare issues of late. Must be all of this "heart energy" that's showing up in heart-shaped puddles, a heart shape on a puppy in Japan (and his mum), and other interesting places, like a soap stain in my own kitchen sink. The universe loves us, babies, and it's everywhere - you just have to look.
So, what else has been going on with moi and my dear slave/love? Well, this one took that one to Sephora for a makeover in that one's girl self, and the effect was nothing short of stunning. Couldn't wait to get that one alone after the crappy movie we saw (don't bother with A Perfect Getaway, babies, it's so not worth it) and burn the sheets up all over again!
Also, will someone let hizzoner know the expensive new transit system is causing muy headaches for us pedestrian bus rider types with more traffic jams and longer wait times for buses like the number 11 and 10? We do so hope someone emerges to kick him to the curb and someone fills those vacated City Council seats who isn't in the pocket of the developers and big business interests. Maybe some folks who actually walk around this city instead of take their taxpayer-paid-for limos everywhere. Are ya list'nin', mayor? Okay, then.
Also, while this one was at Sephora, waiting for my baby to get even more gorgeous than s/he is already, I managed to pick up some yummy facial products I want to tell you about.
Do, do, do try Korres' Olive and Rye Night Cream and their Wild Rose Brightening Serum (that this one ran out of from the little sample this morning and I so want more, as it makes my skin look kissably delish). And if you're in the mood for some fun and hijinks in the sheets, or just more cuddling, do pick up some of AuraCacia's Aromatherapy Bodymist in Cinnamon/Ylang Ylang. I sprayed me and honey bunny after showering and, dahling, I think we both saw stars (or at least a saluting 1940s cartoon icon that looked like the Oscar Meyer wienie at a certain "darling moment") later that night and earlier that day. True, you might miss an exercise class or something, but trust me, you won't care. Oh, and do check out music by Alice Dimicelle, probably at Easy Street or Sonic Boom in the New Age, or just soft vibe section. A friend of a friend sent me the CD and I played it while the Fabulous Brother was here and we both liked it so much, I gave it to him for an early birthday present. And speaking of birthdays, happy, happy, happy to all of the Leos out there, especially our dear prez. Hope it's been fun and continues to be.
That's it for now, my sweet peas, and keep on being fabulous, you creatures of the stars, and be more loving toward our planet and each other (no more spitting on concerned motorists, to a certain, very stupid bicyclist I saw the other day!), and remember we all share this planet and the road, so act like it, eh? Oh, and SPD, will you get your heads out of your asses and enforce the no parking at bus stops rule? My thanks! Hope some kind of goodness and love finds all of you and lifts you as high as this one is floating these days (never mind certain haters), and keep your little pinkies crossed that Dark Discoveries, a new horror 'zine this one checked out at Crypticon, does publish the story I sent them, or one of the others buzzing in this dreadlocked noggin these days. Kiss kiss, peace out, buhbye!
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