March 30th, 2006

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Okay, when I asked what you want me to write about, I meant nonfiction... my dance card's all full for fiction! :) And besides, squirrels and rainbows = not my style...

Norse gods in Vegas is a maybe, for the future, just because anything's a maybe if you stick "in Vegas" on the end.

There was a request for more Walking on Water, and I shall comply. :) The bit that's been in my head to write that I haven't yet written is the day I met Layne. Which is very vivid, and of course extremely pivotal no matter what angle I take on the story, him being both my beloved and the person who got me onto crystal meth in the first place.

Why haven't I written it? Because I'm not sure whether there's a way to write that night that doesn't go into the sex.

And my *parents* know I'm writing this, man. I can't keep from imagining my mother clawing her eyes out.

So. We'll see.
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Welcome home

To tide you over...

Raw output! Notes I scribbled forever ago about going out to the hot springs with Brian and Andre. They were best friends, and not tweakers; Brian got frustrated and angry when I was high. I understand now why it upset him so.

Brian has been referred to here as CubitMan. :) And he and Garet were the closest things I had to boyfriends, besides Layne. I'd never heard of poly then, so I don't think we ever called each other boyfriend-and-girlfriend, since I already *had* a boyfriend... I'd look him up, but he is ungoogleable by reason of very common name, both first and last.

He and I were at Cafe Copioh that day. Andre found us there, and told us that a bunch of his hippie friends were headed out to some hot spring. We went to grab my backpack, and tailed the hippies out there, or tried to...

Walking through canyons of gravel in my sandals as we followed a peace-sign-chalked trail through canyons to try to find the hot springs Andre's hippie friends were at, til it got dark... finding a burgundy sweater (which I still have in a drawer), picking it up, and saying "It smells like patchouli - we're on the right trail!" Walking til it was too dark to walk anymore, without flashlights; finding a wide flat stone and spreading a blanket over it, and sleeping between Brian and Andre for warmth. Waking up the next day to find that we'd been sleeping on the edge of a lake - so quiet, so calm. Bathing in the lake with two beautiful men, Brian tall and buff (he worked construction) (he was Cubit Man), strong nose, aqua eyes, dark blonde hair that fell loose almost to his shoulders.... Andre, darker and slim, deep brown eyes and ponytailed long brown hair, with just a slight wave to it, freckled., delicate hands with long fingers... finally finding the hippies and splashing around til afternoon. The drive back in Andre's battered blue car... Brian fell asleep in the backseat, and Andre pulled over just to enjoy the view of the desert, the absolute nothingness, and I put my arm over his - my skin pale, light-honey, his nut-brown - just enjoying the contrast - and he kissed me, and we drove home.

I will write that out when my wrist feels better. It'll be a long segment. It was a good night, a good day.
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I wish I had a big Monster House done stamp. *nods*

Right now, I would be stamping it on one of our few remaining debts. Well, not remaining, after today.

DONE!

/echoey voice

And that's the fourth in the last thirty days. And two more, and possibly a third, are getting the done stamp as soon as the tax return kicks in.

Yeah. Want to know how we'll be able to manage living without my salary? We've been paying my entire salary plus $200 a month to aggressively obliterate debt. Dude, I have spreadsheets and Plans and stuff. *sage nod*

So yeah. We've gotten rid of hundreds of dollars in monthly payments in the past month, and we're getting rid of more Real Soon Now - the two that'll be disappearing? The minimum payment on each is $15, and we've been paying $150 each just to get them gone. After the tax return gets here? Frees up $300/month.

And we're paying off Elayna's flute, too.

I could talk about this for hours, the way I've micromanaged this, shifted the money around. You have no idea how much of this I've gotten rid of in the past year. No idea. To get to the point where we don't need my salary. And we're almost there. :)

I deserve chocolate. Fortunately, chocolate exists. The Scholar sent me three bars of dark chocolate - mm! - and Adam bought me a Vosges Red Fire bar. (You know you're a regular at the specialty kitchen and food store when, upon entering, the owner says "Oh, the chocolate your wife likes came in!" And the guy gave him a free creme brulee mix.)

DONE!
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