Captain’s Log: Moondancing With Adam Duritz And The Dirtiest Girl In Porn (Yikes!)

It’s a wonderful night for a Moondance.

I fucking love The Counting Crows. I fucking love Adam Duritz. He is one of the great songwriters of the past century. He’s up there with Bob Dylan in terms of eloquence. Not better, though.
I’ve switched to soy milk. I don’t have stomachaches anymore. I thought that I had them because I was just a nervous person. Now I’m just a less cranky one.
TMS and I are leaving a bit later than we were going to, which I’m thankful for. It’s given me more time to procrastinate.
My father is also an excellent procrastinator. We laugh about it. We both procrastinate and like to annoy cats. Varla is constantly on edge, so she is an easy target. My dad is doing OK with the chemo treatments. He’s only lost 8 pounds in 6 months, but he was already really tiny. He only weighed about 140 or so in December, and that was after gaining some weight in anticipation of the treatment. He is in good spirits and is watching a lot of COPS and serial killer documentaries on his TiVo.  He’s a little isolated, because Liz is at work 5 days a week, but they eat dinner together and go to the pool in the evenings. I’m so happy that they got married. They really have a good vibe and seem really happy to have the other person around. I’ve sent him a couple of movies and they watch them together and give me a report, despite the subtitles. Dad devotes a lot of time to the cats. Roscoe P. Coletrain, Squeaky Fromme and One Eyed Jack. (Jack really does only have one eye.) Dad and I used to have a three legged cat named Romy.

I won’t be available by phone or email or anything until Sunday.

Just so you know.

I’m nervous/excited about next week. Chanta and I are going to beat up Audrey Hollander, on Chanta’s Bitches. Keep posted, it will rock.
I think she’s hot. And she’s got a reputation. She’s been voted “dirtiest girl in porn” and is an AVN winner and so on and so forth. And she is known for having special talents involving her behind and large objects. I think we may see some Amber Rayne level ass action. I need to call her. She called last week and I was in FL and the last time we saw each other it was on the steps at The Armory, in passing. I did get to smooch her, though.
So, that’s the story with Audrey. I don’t know what our faithful ringleader, Chanta, has in mind, but I know that I’m usually brought in when there’s something extreme to be done.
I’m also getting to top Jennifer Dark. Don’t know anything about her. She’s been on Ultimate Surrender. That’s it.
Then Derrick Pierce is taking me for a spin. This will be my 6th b/g shoot. I’m nervous, as usual. But I know that I’ll be tied in awesome rope bondage and all of the guys I’ve met so far (except for Kurt Lockwood, whose shoot was cancelled) have been so awesome. I’m sure that Derrick will be great.
(Speaking of b/g, I need to start petitioning for another go-round with Mark Davis. I wonder if the Kink booking office or the Sex and Submission director is adverse to chocolate chip cookie bribes.)
I’m also trying to talk Chanta into finding me someone that can interrogate me in a foreign language. Doesn’t that sound hot?
So, that’s what’s on my mind.
Well, was on my mind.
I need to start thinking remote cabins by the lake, laundry and packing for the weekend and next week.
Aaackk!!
I just looked at the calendar. I’m home for 3 days, then I drive out to the desert for the Lori Mann/Alan Amato workshop!!
Aaaacckk!!
I need to get my shit together.
L8TR
B.