253: ...

... stale, stuffy, and smoldering ... the air wafts, with the fan's gentle gale ... click and clack and hum ... its aged neck cranes left and lingers ... the musk of virility, of sweat and stain ... of him ... assaulting and haunting my nose ... the vestige of bachelorhood on his breath; the fragrance of his final hurrah ... mixing with my adolescent curiosity ... the moon-ray columns rise up on his naked back ... a sacred pagan temple ... my fingers, like a pilgrim awed ... flits, pirouettes ... clumsily down the great hall to the hidden sanctuary ...

252: Crossword Puzzle

Considering that I am not very good at puzzles and that I am not a wordsmith, I am ecstatic over something I did this morning. I finished a crossword puzzle! Granted it's not a New York Times one, but still. Like Rachel Green, I need a hug. And apparently, "unlet" (28 down) is a word.

251: Resuscitation

I guess it's time to resuscitate this blog.

I thought about renaming this blog to give it a new start and to infuse it with a more positive outlook. I had started this blog, in reality, to come in terms with who I am. Am I there? Not really. Although my skin feels less alien and more well fitted to me. I am not a non-entity, nor do I need my identity defined by others. Then again, I don't need to define who I am.

I am who I am.

Good. I didn't get struck down by lightning.

With that said (and without God's wrath), I figure there really isn't a need for a cosmetic alteration to this humble forum for my voice.

So, I'm back.

I feel refreshed and ready to share again. So you bitches had better read this shite!