i could really have some smoked salmon and cream cheese on toast for dinner one of these days.

you sound healthy!

YOU WIN!

sirloin strips, onions, garlic cooked in black label for the shit of it, and it wasn't bad.
next thing i'll be putting booze in my cereal.

I'm all for meat and potatoes but even I would have a few veggies to go with it. If only to break up the beige.

i tried salmon in different combinations last night while swilling booze and watching dollhouse (brilliant, brilliant), and i'll say this: it works better with just red onion and capers without the cream cheese. this sounds like heresy i know but it wasn't breakfast. it was a booze snack (i'm not *that* healthy)

i do assemble a killer cream cheese & lox bagel though-- mmmmm, im going to be hungry again if we keep talking about food

have it after, like a good frenchman.

I would like to have vegetables in it, I don't like the bland colour either but that would imply going out, buying vegetables, washing them, boiling them and whatnot. I just don't have the time.

Yes, I love red onion and capers. I think I could have red onion and capers with everything.

I am walking around my apartment to begin to break in my Docs.

Oh Christ. My ex/wife (who is not yet my ex-wife) came over to drop our son off and slammed the door shut and then took off her shoes and threw them at her boyfriend and invited herself to dinner. Somehow we didn't sleep together though I did hold her and let her cry for a bit.

Yes, I know this is fucking ridiculous, and I know it's more drama than any semi-sane person could want or covet. But God, it was the most interesting night in a while.

Now it's just me and Lennon, and actually pretty mellow and wonderful.

ha ha ha. she's going to come back. will you take her?

you're married after all, with a kid.

i wish our time understood marriage better, but we have it confused with "romance". which is a stupid medieval invention that has to do with unfulfilled sex.

after fucking, and farting in bed, and a yeast infection, there is no "romance".

I need to go have a tenth of the sex she's been getting and then I'll have an answer for you. and my self esteem will be in tact.

I did make a date for her to buy me groceries Thursday. but that would be stupid not to milk.

fuuuuuck romance

you need to go fuck someone else and then you're even.

then you can get on with raising your kid and all that shit that marriage is about.

maybe you'll need to take separate vacations like some french couples. get that shit out of your system with regularity and discretion.

yes, it's all about fucking. enjoy it while it lasts, and suck it dry, but don't start a family based on it.

I sort of agree, but for even, I need to fuck at least four someone elses I know of, and I figure for insurance I'm owed another two or three. Or getting all that from one person, in which case she can go fuck herself.

I just shouldn't have let her know I'd sleep with her. I'd taken all of her power away and now I've seriously fucked up.

fuck you for that. of course starting a family because you have found exactly what you want for the other half of perfect DNA is not exactly a perfect prescription either. I kind of did both and look at all the joy.

eh? im not sure what you're talking about but i was answering to satana.

i have loooong theories about this shit-- too long to explain in long internet rants-- but don't jump to conclusions about what i mean.

part of this has to do with me having extremely hot intense relations with women i couldn't possibly live with. oh, lots of drama.

but perfect DNA what? i didnt know you were practicing eugenics!

I'm a Capricorn (with Aquarius in Venus even). I can't help it.

Soul mate, perfect breeding partner, what's the difference? I think most women "think" that way subconsciously, actually, or hormonally. I definitely have given it some conscious thought. My son is perfect.

But that's the weird part. I think now that she's completely fucked up and can in no way be 50% of perfect, but when I look at him I'm reminded of where it came from. He's got some stuff in him that's better than me, so it must be her. Damn.

there is a great great article on the new yorker that appeared some 10+ years ago. it's about this american dude who was married and living in italy and had a thing with an italian woman. he does a beautiful analysis of marriage vs "dyonisus overflowing the river" or whatever he calls it.

of course in "ye olden tymes" it was the men who most notoriously "strayed". but everyone gets horny sometime and people fuck.

i'll find you the reference and you can probably either a) buy it online or b) look it up in the library. it's a fucking great article. i swear by it.

fucking a right!!

http://www.newyorker.com/archive/199...ARDS_000375157

the summary is crap, the article itself is really fucking great. read up & draw your own conclusions.

the karmic irony, in fact punchline, is that I used to stray, infrequently, by sneaking off anonymously to strip clubs.

what she's doing isn't straying though. we're not a couple despite the fact that I let her have some power on me tonight. I went a fucking long time without doing so, and I didn't blow it hardcore this time. and I'm not the one who's going to go to bed with a fucked up spinning head full of questions.

I just spent a half hour remixing pictures of Canadian dreamgirl and gave up because the original was better. and now I'm listening to awesome Japanese psych-folk (Kasumi Trio) and drinking red wine and pretty content. I didn't fuck up that bad.