Chris Martin Says, “It’s Such A Perfect Day”

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Everything is as it should be, when it should be.  That’s my mantra.  I believe in it, too.  That doesn’t mean that shit just magically happens, it just means sometimes you have to accept the now for what it is.

As I began typing this, I was listening to Coldplay’s new Viva la Vida album, which I’ve yet to review on Catalina Loves or on Coldplay Live Archive! (I love it!) And as I opened up the window to write, Chris Martin says, in my earphones, “It’s such a perfect day,” and really, it has been perfect.  Allow me to share.

I woke up this morning and talked to my favorite photographer in the entire world, Lochai.  Talk about a treat!  I love to hear his voice on the other end.  Then I talk with another world-famous photographer, Roberto DiMarco.  I cannot believe that he agreed to do an interview with me.  With me!  I was flattered he even took my call!  So, I’m working on some good questions for him.

I spent some time talking to The Dude about his date last night.  I could tell that she was Miss Right and not Miss Right Now when he told me that she kissed him in front of her friends.  I told him that he would have to wait until the 3rd date for slutty.  He said, “I knew you women had a secret timeline.” Nice.  He described to me that she was dressed in a little black dress.  “Well then, the little black dress means she was dressed to impress so you know she had on the matching panties and bra underneath.”  Really, what self-respecting woman wouldn’t pay attention to her panties and bra on a first date.  Even if you’re not planning on getting naked, you still put forth the effort, no?  I do just to go to dinner with friends, so I figure she must to go on a date.  So I got the scoop on the date from The Dude and then we talked about going to the driving range to hit some balls.  Just saying it now makes me giggle all over again.  “Let’s hit some balls tomorrow.”   Well, maybe not tomorrow because tomorrow I have to spend some time with M.

I also find it entertaining that apparently The Dude has found the posts about him, since he recognized himself in them and texted me something like, “The Dude, huh?  Ok, I can take that,” at 2:35 am the other morning.

Ok, so the M thing.  Normally we go out to dinner on Friday nights, but this week he thought he would be out of town, so we planned on Thursday night.  I had to cancel on Thursday night, though, and so that has left us with, “Let’s do something this weekend.” So the plan is to get together tomorrow, have some drinks maybe, grab some lunch, do something, and hang out.  That means that hitting (striking? clobbering?) balls with The Dude tomorrow must wait.  But, here’s the thing.  The Dude doesn’t have to work next week, so we can go in the middle of the day, or in the morning before it’s hot.   Besides, The Dude is also my little Catholic naughty texting friend, so he has to go to mass tomorrow.  He can’t be hitting balls on the Lord’s Day.

Friday I spent the afternoon working with Ms. Nikki Nefarious on her blog.  It is coming together nicely, if I do say so myself.  She’s been working hard on it.  She also gave me a whole new wardrobe of clothes that she has shrunk out of that are my perfect size.  w00t!  I needed new clothes, and her wardrobe rivals that of some of the biggest clotheswhores you’ve ever seen.  She is the clotheswhore extraordinaire.  Bitch.  So I took W with me to Nikki’s to hang out.  She’s off school and bored to tears, so she played wii while we worked on blogs.  It was very nice.  I like it, actually, that W grows up in a world where it’s not really that weird to her that Nikki is married to her husband and lives with her submissive, mia, also.  She’s pretty libertarian at 14.  Her attitude is, “Well, it’s not like they’re hurting anybody else - and they have kool-aid and fried peanut butter and jelly sandwiches with syrup!  They’re nicer than most of my friends’ families.”  It’s true, it’s almost 50’s housewifishly perfect - homemade recipes baking in the kitchen, two cars in the driveway, flowers outside, a pink flamingo in the flowerbeds even!  There is truly no one else like Nikki.

This evening I had an invitation from Mr. F to come over, and really nothing is stopping me except a lot of work to do.  I can’t believe I actually turned down a chance to spend time with Mr. F.  Had to happen.  Here it is 11:28 pm and I am still working.  Yes, this counts as work!  I think he’s excited at the thought of my redheaded friend and I going for a visit, as he texted something along the lines of, “Are you asking me if I’m down for a blow job from two beautiful redheaded women? LOLOLOL” and I texted something back like, “Is that a yes?” and he said, “YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”   I’m pretty sure the anticipation of that is feeding into his need for a perfect Catalina blow job, but … my ego says it’s just because I’m that good!

That seems like a good place to leave off…  (oh, and I had great sex last night!)