I picked up a new hottie at The Library. The bar not the institution of learning and research. And great surprises of all surprises, she has amazing feet. My heart stopped, and my entire skin got electric when I saw her toes. I immediately began caressing her little round piggies with my lips. Complete and enjoyable shock to her as well.

Deliciously curvy arch. Well tended to heel and pads. Obvious she treats herself to regular pedicures. Her toes scrunched up in ecstasy so attractively. Can't wait to investigate her shoe collection for strappy heels and open toe madness. She is definitely on the list of keepers.

Yes, I am definitely a freak.

Been on a wild solo wolfing bender this week. Pleasantly remembered my fondness for this city. Gotham my savior. Drooling with green bile jealousy for those who can just enjoy everyday in NYC. Completely delightful to run idle on these avenues.

Spent an entire day at the Met. I adore that place. One sculpture hallway with a glass arched ceiling, arbor flanked rough hewn stone benches, and cream marble figures. It's calming to just sit amd contemplate. I stolled meticulously through the Egyptian section this time. Staring deeply into the preserved fabrics of pharoahs.

Weather slightly uncooperative with outdoor reading. Couldn't lounge on my roof or in Thompson's Square and read my books. Had to settle on a pillow back prop up on my bed. Only place to read by muted sunlight. Favorite light to read by. Finished Pulp by Bukowski and Nicholas Nickleby by Dickens. Also delved back into my comic collection, revisiting Bagge and my Elf Quest anthology. No rest for my weary eyes. Away from the hounding monitor rays of jobby job, had to read. Must to read.

Did the movie thing as well. After passively checking out the first Harry Potter movie on HBO, well......fuck I actually enjoyed it. Silly bastard. Plus I enjoy listening to varied UK accents. Might be a childhood crutch from all the BBC programming we watched on our local PBS station in St. Louis. Still, I had to see the next Harry Potter in the theater this time. All stadium big cushy seat style. Funny enough there were barely any children there on an early Monday afternoon. Which I was thankful for. Munchkins always start with the good time ruining impatience halfway through a flick. Of course the couple that were there tried to do exactly that. Too many grumpy adults for that nonsense. Quickly shushed.

So second Harry Potter was decent. Also saw Personal Velocity. Excellent. I recommend it. Take geek freak slacker bastard recommendations with that proverbial grain of salt, and pound it. Yeah, go see it.

For whatever reason I have been haunted by a past dessert. A homie and I just finished off a tasty meal at Three of Cups. His folks drove into town soon after and we met them, with his sis, at another restaurant. They inisted we order food even though our guts were pushing thresholds. So I ordered sorbet.

Waitress presents me with a sizable frosted martini glass. One scoop of mango, raspberry and lime sorbet each. Adorned with a flowering mint leaf and delicate wafer marbled cookie. Holy shit did it look faggy. And we were dining al fresco. Not the homophobic sort. Sitting there with a first meeting of a homie's folks, from a different generation and geography. Arrived dressed entirely in tight black, with their son. And order the most faggy dessert on the menu. It was yummy. Makes me giggle now to think of it, dude's pop sideglancing me while I spoon pastelly jewel colored desert into my full pursed lips. Imagining the drive home conversation of his parents.

The day of the faggy dessert. Would make a good short story.

Welp. These days off, while completely enjoyable, have not had the healing effect I wished. The eyes still squinty to see properly. Seem to have damaged my throat partying muchly. Jammed up my bird finger on my right hand. It actually hurts to flip people off. What I deserve for attempting to limbo under a half closed bar front gate. Also, I have a spider bite! I know of spider bites and this one resembles a brown recluse. Casually nasty looking, but it actually makes me feel good to know I have spiders for flatmates. I like spiders, they rock web slinging style. As long as they don't cover my bod in bites. Get down with your funky self arachnidae.