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2002-04-03 - 10:48 p.m. let's speak fluent french backwards, and chain smoke tampons...me, just right now hello little friend, hmm, where to begin? let's start from the beginning. i woke up at damn near 11 a.m. this morning. so, needless to say i was like full on disgusted w/ myself. i never sleep that late. it's terrible. so, our planned movie marathon was delayed by the fact that i HAD to have my coffee, and watch at least a little crossing over w/ john edwards. (insert derisive geek comment here). so after a loooooong shower which i am (in)famous for, we were off to the video store. after a brief explanation as to why i refuse to rent at our new blockbuster, yes, my small but sincere town is stepping up in the world. i choose to take my business to the one small but more sincere video store in town. this cat has such a wonderfully eclectic selection. lots o' gay friendly subject matter. this guy rocks. not to mention that he was light years ahead of the whole turquoise trend. how could any self respecting townsperson jump ship so quickly? rat bastards!! this mini tirade earned me a sweet crotch grab, and a long kiss right in front of said vid store. anyhow, we rented riding in cars w/ boys (or my life story-it's okay, matt didn't laugh either) joyride, and k-pax. so, why didn't anybody tell me that paul walker, a.k.a., yummy personified, has this loooong scene where we're treated to his bare behind? i love paul walker. hottie hottie boombalottie. then i made some kick ass taco salad w/ my guacamole-which i gotta say is the fuckin' nuts. then stuff, and more stuff. i still have to develop my easter pics. and that's what i do for a living. isn't it ironic? don't you think? i like alanis morrisette (sp?), but i've never bought any of her albums, and i don't think i'd like to see her in concert. i saw her once at canter's deli in l.a. she was w/ three girlfriends, and she was so tiny. just an itty bitty thing. when we left, she was telling her friends something about how she had to fly to new york, and a photo shoot, or something. i remember my immediate reaction was like, shup up. then i thought, don't be such a "hater" she is a famous person. cross country flights, and photo shoots are a part of her life. and in the context of her life those things make total sense. so, i was over it in a matter of seconds. i'm so wound up right now. i gotta shine the p.m. coffee. matt is doing work in the bedroom. we're spending a lot of time together, and i'm glad, and scared, and glad, and scared, and glad...i'm not quite ready to write about his first non sexual declaration of "love" yet. no, not just yet. i'm pretty shy about that sort of thing, but of course i was/am stoked. did i just type stoked? like, oh my god, radical for sure!! of course i was jubilant? thrilled? orgasmically happy? insanely...something good? i will talk about how it happened, but..not..to..night. let me just preface the soon to come story w/ it's not a monumentally show stopping humdinger of a yarn. it happened in a way that most things in our lives happen, quite unexpectedly. so brilliant in it's simplicity. that's what life is anyway, right? the little things that comprise our days. gosh, i sure hope so. there's so much more i want to say. but, i'm so embarrased at the thought. what a cornball. right now it's mine, and i hold it in my hand. i stick it in my back pocket before i go out. and sometimes, only once or twice, i've worn it on my sleeve. those precious, sacred few that really know me, they saw it. they commented, moved on. i fear i've said too much. goodnight little friend |
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