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Dilettante's Diary: the internal dialogue of a hedonist bluestocking.

I am a dilettante. I know quite a bit about a lot of things, but I don't know enough to be an expert on anything. I have a very sensual, hedonistic nature, but I am also a thinker, and I aim one day to be worthy of the label 'bluestocking', despite its pejorative connotations.

This is my journal, which, delightfully enough, doesn't have to go wherever I go, but is accessible from nearly everywhere I am.

Sunday, February 20, 2005

Birthday Party

I got home at 2am. Went to sleep at 3am. Woke up at 8am. I'm groggy and my balance is off. I think I'm still drunk. Either that, or its the cigarette smoke. I drank a LOT of soda water with my JD so I doubt I'll be hung over. I just have no idea how much JD I drank, though. Its a bad idea for me to drink socially--I can be persuaded to continue even after I cut myself off. And I forget that so many bad things can happen to women when we are drunk.

Fortunately, I had a great time. I only had to embarrass myself in public once. Brandi picked out a nice, seedy bar with---gawd---karaoke. Robin sang "Happy Birthday" to us in the style of Marilyn Monroe. She had the attention of every man (and more than a few women) in the bar. She is such a little hottie, and definitely 'my type' as far as women go...she reminds me of Sabina from my days at Smith. It was an interesting group that showed up, people from all levels of the socioeconomic scale. That is why the bar was such a great choice--everyone let their hair down, and stripped of any need for pretentions, had fun. We talked, danced, drank... and I actually sang a karaoke song. *groan* I can't sing. But I got up there and did a breathy version of the Divynyls "I touch myself" (lyrics below). Topazio wanted me to sing 2Live Crew's "Me so horny". I told him to go stroke himself. David ad-libbed hysterically raunchy lyrics to "Love Stinks". There was no need for a cab, PT was the designated driver and he took a number of us home.

Lori is now 31. When I was asked how old I was by those who didn't know, the response to my answer invariably was "No way". Robin, who is all of 24, said she thought I was just a couple of years older than her. Nope, I'll be 37 on Thursday next week. Same age mom was when she 'found' me again, same age she was when she was diagnosed with emphysema. Maybe I'll live past 51. Who knows.

I love myself
I want you to love me
When I'm feelin' down
I want you above me
I search myself
I want you to find me
I forget myself
I want you to remind me

Chorus:
I don't want anybody else
When I think about you
I touch myself
I don't want anybody else
Oh no, oh no, oh no

You're the one who makes me happy honey
You're the sun who makes me shine
When you're around I'm always laughing
I want to make you mine

I close my eyes
And see you before me
Think I would die
If you were to ignore me
A fool could see
Just how much I adore you
I get down on my knees
I'd do anything for you

Chorus

I love myself
I want you to love me
When I'm feelin' down
I want you above me
I search myself
I want you to find me
I forget myself
I want you to remind me

Chorus

I want you
I don't want anybody else
And when I think about you
I touch myself
Ooh, oooh, oooooh, aaaaaah

Chorus

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