It's snowing and I'm ready to roll around in it.
It's funny how many people I put to bed last night.
It's funny when people ask me for my soul.
I told him last night that he could never have my soul.
I will not give it up.
It was funny when I got the messages at 2 am with Willie Nelson playing in the background.
Funny when he asked me to marry him.
I have a date tomorrow at 3 in the afternoon and he is bringing his son.
I can't wait.
"Iron and Wine meets the Postal Service meets Connor Oburst."
And it sounds damn good. His name is Brock. He looks damn good too...
You would agree if you saw him.
And I don't lie...anyone who's ever asked has gotten an honest answer.
So I will find out more, listen a bit more, let you all know how good it actuallly sounds.
And one of these days I'll figure out this link and picture thing too. (JESSICA HELP!)
But damn it, there is a GOOD reason to stop on by my "Hippy House" tonight... other than to ask for the truth, and it's a party. So hopefully nobody throws up their turkey on my carpet tonight.
BLOG.
...my password has changed to my roomate's name in order to create a barrier between you and the vegan in us all.
Whiney.
Undiciplined except in the sense and self-proclaimed control gained through diet.
But never exercise.
And steal this.
Innocence.
Never claimed to have been posessed.
Pobably never posessed at all.
Rearange this furniture. There is always another possibility for order and always room in the landfills for more furniture.
And garbage.
Innocence is a state of mind.
I give you my mind, take yours and chew it like silly puddy-salty and rubbery, and turn it into small dollhouses with little people and toys for them to play with.
You can always go home.
He's serious and smiling.
How is it that a girl could be so lucky as to move into the coolest house on the block without even trying?
Every 3-odd days I find myself lying down on some surface, carpeted, hard-wood, or the cushion of my bed and giggling, screaming, "I LOVE MY LIFE!"
And I mean it. And it's been sobering to find that the work does pay off and though the jungle is still out there, with a bit of trading you can gain the proper arsenal to go out there and "FIND THAT CANDY!"
A story of insanity...
(or everything is relative but some things are better than others.)
Got to love the way the atmosphere changes from time to time with the seasons and changes and evolution of sound.
There is always time to rebuild and when there seems to be no time there is the necessity to make the time...
the change cannot occur without witness.
It is necessary to pay attention.
Picture this:
You are floating in space.
You are fucking and swallowing pudding, not quite chilled, not quite coagulated, but sweet and wet. Delicious.
now.
There is no reason to be awake.
Ever.
And on the telephone today Edgar told me he may as well kill himself now because there are supernovas out there because he is nothing.
ALL THE WOMEN
-and the people with courage.
-and the ability to recognize and communicate and step up to the stage.
This is for DESSA.
-and all of her words and her strength.
-and for Jessica and Jodi and my littler sister, Greta.
And this is a FUCK YOU to all of the men without gall and an inability to speak without speaking of tits and ass and sexuality.
And this is for Lindsey and her long thin way of standing up tall and moving forward without looking back.
Thank you ladies for your strength.
cisco...
and a night of no sleep.
no problem.
made it to the airport in plenty of time...
and conversations with an ex-lover lead to tears on the front of some hostel.
Lovely actually...
the Adelaide downdown, between Geary and Post...just off of Taylor. I highly recommend.
Bust so, the conversation, following the flight and sushi and thoughts of my ex- Peter and his ennamoration with San Fran and a random encounter, though slightly contrived, and 3 street vendors later, and probably 5 drinks... I'm sitting on the stoop waiting for Edward to return and I call him up, not Edward, but my ex-lover Pablo, just to tell him where I am. And to tell him San Fran is awesome. And to tell him I'm still feeling it... The way he went home with some other girl and didn't even have the gall to tell me he was leaving...the party...we were supposed to leave togeather.