Gushin’, drippin’ down your thighs.

Yeah.

There are some reasons why I don’t listen to much of today’s music, like at all.

I just can’t relate.

I like the slow music. I like the melodic music. I like the sad music.

We all know that I’m not a prude or against anything offensive, but yeah, today’s hip-hop and rap is just a genre that I couldn’t get into.

Just not my cup of tea.

It’s blaring at the boba shop.

A song blaring with references to pussy juices dripping down thighs is blaring at the boba shop.

C’est la vie.

* * *

I was supposed to be doing more researching and finishing up the Rick Steven’s Best of Italy travel book today, but I opted not to. Too much planning can kind of ruin a trip and too little can be a fucking shit show. Just do the bare minimum to keep it structured and leave it open enough for some impromptu adventures.

That’s how I like to roll. Have an idea of what you are looking forward to do and keep things open and flexible.

Sure there are a few things that we’ll have to plan and book ahead, like attractions and we’ve done that for Florence. There will be other cities like Rome and the Vatican that we’ll need to do too, but I haven’t gotten to that part yet.

I’ll have to get there eventually, but right now, I’m just relaxing.

I felt like writing.

There’s a part of me that wants to get back into writing. Whether it is script writing or even back to my prose, I just want to create and write.

I miss writing and I just have to get back to it.

We’ll see what happens when I lock down the vacation planning and if I can find some inspiration.

My writing has taken a little detour, besides these little ramblings, not much writing have been done this year.

* * *

July is almost over.

The 31st is tomorrow and then we are into August.

This year has gone by fast and the first half was busy, stressful, and a shit show.

Things seemed to have slowed down starting July.

Maybe that little short vacation to The Rockies was a great idea, but the 2nd half of the year, so far, seems more my pace.

The year zipped by.

Another blink of the eye and soon we’ll be October.

Life is constant, following the strong beat and rhythm of my beating heart.

When that stops, I stop.

Move forward with each beat.

Live in the moment, the now. Don’t think about the past and don’t fret about the future. What’s done can’t be change and we can’t do anything about the unknown.

Just live.

It’s been trying and difficult to live by that, but I am working on it and for the most part, I’m able to achieve it.

Living in the moment, being mindful, is difficult.

It’s like life, a work in-progress.

* * *

I feel like I’m PMSing.

Been craving food like nothing and sugar.

Maybe I haven’t been eating clean lately.

Sugar, chips, and other stuff that I usually don’t eat, but I am.

Am I still stress eating?

I don’t think I am stressed at work, but who knows?

Maybe I am and it’s a different kind of stress.

But, I’ve been chomping down on things that I normally wouldn’t eat and not sticking to my one-meal-a-day routine.

I eat when I’m hungry and there are times when I’m not hungry but just want to snack.

No idea.

No fucking clue.

It’s probably why I’ve been feeling so tired lately too.

Maybe I’m just getting fucking old, but yeah, fucking tired by 9:30 or 10 and ready to just fall asleep.

Should definitely go back on a short cleanse and see what happens.