Just cluckin' around

There's nothing noble about struggle. Struggle sucks. That's the whole fucking definition of struggle, is something that sucks so you have to get over it one way or the other. It's just a matter of survival.

I'm on a WUSC CD raid, surfing the wireless. I love it up here. The studio's a cocoon of sunlight and music that makes me want to stay wrapped up listening forever. And the library is a claustrophobia of weirdass, non-top 40 possibilities.
If you haven't heard Alice Russell's cover of "Crazy," you should. It turns Gnarls Barkley into a gospel ballad. During my show, Bill called from work to ask who the hell was that, which made me smile inside. It's a small triumph, as I'm much more impressionable than I am able to impress when it comes to music (see also: Mr. E, Katie, Dad). When I am able to play someone something I think they'll love and they actually do, it's amazing. (See also, the Black Keys, Everybody Else.) Such a power trip. I know what you want too, see?

I didn't go with Bill to 1618's meeting this morning because I felt terrible after a bout of insomnia last night. Most of the time I spent hating Bill and bracing myself for the job of breaking up with him.
The thoughts (I'm so fucking sick of spending time with him; just get the fuck out of my bed already; this is never going to work out long term so why are we even trying?; I hate his puns so very, very badly...on and on like they were riding a merry-go-round that picked up speed) mostly come during the night time when I can't sleep. I'm trying to figure out which voice is the real truth, the night one or the day one.
My throat was on fire (so, natural genius I am at decoding my body's signals, I had a Beezer's chicken sub covered in buffalo sauce) but after an ice cream cone it feels better. I'm suppose to call him at 2pm so I can tell him whether or not I feel better.

We both like oral sex for him. His penis (I've named it Sunshine) feels cool and smooth against the roof of my mouth.
The smell is overpower for him and embarrassing for me when he ventures south of my equator but oh, the wonders an exploring tongue can find down there.

Current project:
I haven't started writing another story yet but I have an idea. I've had it for months but am just now seriously thinking about writing it down. It's about magical shampoo.