Sex and The Universe (and then, lunch)

Adam came home, and I helped him unpack and get settled, and we had Billy and Charlotte come over, and watched the 80s movie Monster Squad on DVD, and sat and chatted and ate pasta, and got into a long discussion on past lives.
Later on, much later, past midnight: Amazing sex, past life regression, amazing sex, past life regression, more amazing sex, more past life regression, and then dreams. Very vivid dreams. I love when the doors are opened like that.
Before the sex, we had taken a shower and sat on the floor and meditated together, opening the doors a little wider, so I could see that one life where he and I had met before all the others. I can't really talk about it here. But I remember. The blue roses and the palace, especially.

We slept in late. We went food shopping and bought mostly vegetables and salad stuffs and beautiful cheeses and beautiful breads. Back at home, breakfast was omelets with oh boy, buffalo testicles delicious buffalo sausage that Adam had bought while driving through Tennessee. Lunch was a massive salad tossed in a five-quart pot and dumped into a giant Tupperware container. Adam and I each added our own toppers to our individual bowls.
And I realized how insanely protective I can get with my fresh mozzarella cheese. We had bought a log of fresh mozzarella at Safeway, and once we were home, I put it in a Ziploc bag and wrote my name all over the baggie, along with the phrases Mine Mine Mine and Nom Nom Nom. This is because I don't like when other people eat my personal cheese without me knowing. If someone eats even a little bit of my fresh mozzarella without asking me, I get upset. It's actually very funny. Who Moved My Cheese, indeed. My love of Italian cheese amuses me.

We are now lounging, trying to figure out what to do with the rest of the day. We are watching the news and playing with the cats. I am happily drinking a bottle of Perfectly Protein Mocha Cappuccino from Bolthouse Farms, and eating a chocolate peanut butter cup. And thinking about the amazing sex we will have later. And the past life dreams I'll have tonight.

Name that hairstyle

Dear LiveJournal People:

Is there a particular name for this style of hair?
http://www.hbo.com/trueblood/characters/sam.html

(It's my favorite short-haired look on men, and I'm waiting for Adam to grow his hair out a little so he can style it like this.)

A Few Random Good Things

I found two pairs of blue jeans (capri, meaning ankle length on me) that actually fit my hips without that damnable gap in the waist. I haven't worn jeans in almost a year because nothing fit right. This is awesome.

Giant Foods sells Harmony Farms holistic dry cat food, which means I won't need to go to a specialty pet store anymore. I could just walk or bike or take a bus down the road.

We have champagne grapes. And acai juice. And port salut cheese.

For the past two weeks, I've been able to manage my fibromyalgia flares without Soma or other drugs. This is nice. I still hurt, mid to high pain levels (on a scale of mildly beaten, significantly beaten, or savagely beaten, I have stayed at mildly). But it's better than it was.

Rose and Adam are bonding again after his time away. She's grown so big in those three weeks. Our beautiful kitten.

We fed Rose catnip for the first time. She loves it. Loves it, loves it, loves it. Aww, she's all fuckered up.

Sex with my husband is quite often transcendent.

We're going to go bike and trike riding tomorrow, together.