Jimi made soup tonight with a can of corn, a can of black beans, a can of tomato soup and a bunch of spices.  It's like a chili base, but with the perfect amount of hot spice (very little) to make my taste buds tingle.  This is one of my new favorites, especially since it was so stupid easy.

I've got to go to Cincinnati tomorrow for the trailer summit, and I'm not even a little bit ready.  Oh well.  Not much I can do about it at this point.

I just finished reading "The Adultery Diet" by Eva Cassady.  She loses a bunch of weight when she starts emailing with an old flame.  I'd held out hope that she'd pull back at the end and not screw around on her husband, but she totally did, and i was disappointed.  I wanted her to have more class.  of course, it turns out her husband was having an affair of his own, so i guess no one could really win in the end.  I hate it when no one wins.  It feels like a cheat.

I ordered the last two books in Anne Rice's Sleeping Beauty erotic trilogy.  Jimi hates the first one; he says it's dirty, and not in a good way.  I admit it's dirty, but I would classify it also as "hot".  C'est la vie. 

"The Adultery Diet", I admit, made me want to move my ass and drop some weight myself.  I'm not interested in taking a lover for my daily motivation, though.  And, let's be honest, self-control and denial of pleasure are not concepts I fully grasp or am able to exhibit. 

This entry is so lame it doesn't even deserve a title.  I find that I feel guilty if I don't blog for a few days, and this is the end result when it feels like life is normal.  I should embrace these times.  God knows, when the shit hits the fan and everything around me is crazy and hectic and emotional and awful, I long for these times.  I love my boring little life, even if it does make for a boring little blog.