Losing My Honor
Well, it's official... I've finally lost my Honor.
I think it must be in Seattle because it certainly isn't here.
I've been losing it and finding it on and off all winter... sometimes it's returned easily to me and other times I wondered about it for a while before I found it.
But I knew it was leading up to this...
I have no Honor. the damn thing just wasn't attached as tightly it should have been.

I care now much less than I originally did the first time I lost my Honor. I'd planned an elaborate, witty post describing the loss of this precious thing, but it always came back... and now its gone and I don't really miss it. It was more of a pain in the ass than it was worth... but I suppose I'll have to get a new one eventually. Maybe I'll buy some virginity or some honesty instead. But another seven bucksis getting steep if I'm just going to lose them too.

Yeah, so Honor was a wrought metal tag I bought at New Twist in the 5th Street Market last Thanksgiving while waiting for a delayed train. It was at the beginning of my depression and I was just starting to find/lose perspective about certain things. I certainly felt I lacked Honor, on all accounts... so I saw the golden tag and a bought it and put it on my keyring to remind me, at all times, to remain Honorable. Sometimes it taunted me and sometimes things got pretty dark. When they started to get better, Honor started to fall off its keyring, often when I unlocked my bike. So I left it places but I always noticed it was gone and found it again. Sometimes it fell off in my pants pockets. It's been a while since the last time I lost it and even that was brief. This time I can't find it anywhere, pokets, purse, or parking places. So it's gone and I don't mourn its passing. I no longer feel that I need a reminder. Who needs honor anyway? ; )

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This weekend Justin, Murray, and I are going up to Walla Walla, Washington for Murray's family's Lamb Roast... so again I'll be out for the weekend with Cat kindly watching Rupert.

Oh yeah and just for you Cat, and because this blog has taken on a lascivious tone lately with dancing penii and all... here is the link to the Toys in Babeland website. I'd forgotten they had a website until I saw it mentioned in someone's blog archives recently. New York and Seattle, baby!! The most grrl-friendly """toy store""" there is!

Justin and I just went out for ice cream at Prince Puckler's.... OMFG, living in sin never tasted so good. Terminal weakness of whip cream only slightly satisfied. Guilt trip setting in... I... want.... MORE!!!