Nuts and gastrointestinal pain

It seems clear that eating a bunch of (many handfuls) nuts, even though they are cashews, is detrimental to my gastrointestinal health. It is not good. Not good at all. And then, my boss got peeved at me because I had no time on my scedule to meet with her about a budget deficit. She said it was her pet peeve to have an employee not make some arrangement to immediately meet with her upon request. I guess I would feel the same way with one of my staff, if I really wanted to talk with them about something. Maybe, in the larger sense, I am just avoiding the problem. The problem? Ooh. Serious financial shortfalls in my budget. Serious. Maybe I have an ulcer...

Memory of a gay lover

I once slept with a gay man. He hadn't come out yet. I think that I was some sort of experiment. It was the only time I'd been with a man who never came. Odd. Many years, maybe 20 years, I saw him at a Thai restaurant. He was fussy about the table they seated him at, in that fussy way that older gay bachelors can be. I did not say hello. He begrudgingly loaned me his prize book about Alice in Wonderland (a clue?) and I never returned it. So, when I think of John, I think of my shame in keeping his book. Now my exhusband probably has it somewhere. He's a great collector of all things material.

Boomer Virgin Blog

Remember thirty years ago when we were hot? Life was so full, frantic, fun. Filled with sex, drugs and rock and roll. No kids, no husbands, no bills to speak of. Now I listen to my son and his friends in the next room, raucously laughing at who knows what. They are so loud. So, if my children ask me, do I confess to the trials and tribulations endured?
I am watching SIX FEET UNDER and loving it. Not to crazy about how they say fuck every five seconds. That used to be my favorite word. And, the sex. Lord, it has been so long. Who can really remember? I'm 55, divorced and alone. Sometimes I wonder how far away six feet under really is.