"you say keep it down, i say turn the volume up to fifty"
everything is up in the air, as i sit at 1 am, fighting with a tiny cat over the keyboard, and listening to mix cds so loud that i'm surprised the roommates (is that an insinuation that we love each other?) don't yell at me. place cats in good homes, empty closests, get buttons to ohio, get DART trained, complete medical study, get EARS trained, another medical study, hope theres no hurricanes in the next month, pack, and go! k cut off most of my hair, i haven't had hair this short in i don't even know how long, and its pretty fantastic.
i forgot i need to fit two weeks in the south in between living on the east and then the west coast. how do i fit all of this in?
ja. and i were walking to get food on lancaster today when a small brown blur whizzed past our eyes and directly into oncoming traffic. i bolted after this shaking, terrified mess of a dog, resulting in honking oversized trucks and the squealing of brakes, before cornering him in front of the donut store. he offered me his paw. i picked him up, roamed the neighborhood looking for any potential semblance of a guardian before finding none, and took him back to the house. his name is susquehanna (this was all k, and none me), and he follows me with oversized brown eyes at all time. sometimes i really do love dogs.
i had no idea i was dating a sixth grader until we broke up and he went from being twenty five to being twelve and three quarters. i think i'm over it. i think i'm over the past eighteen years (or atleast i'm working on it).
he is running like an angry dash around the house, and i'm laughing alot and singing really loud to lots of hopeful music. right now, i'm on high alert, but i think things will really be okay, whether or not we ever talk again. i'm coming to terms with alot of things (relationships, activism in relation to me, the possibility of never having a beach bonfire on the east coast), and mentally wading through alot of things (gender concepts and how this relates to me, bisexuality, to move or not to move and if so where, polyamory vs. monogamy, honest communication, good ways to combat cat calls, what the fuck i think i'm doing by putting my stuff in storage) that i should have thought through a long time ago. more than anything, i'm growing, and even though things are kind of a disorganized mess right now, i think they'll work themselves out.
"all you won't show
the boxes you brought here and never unpacked are still patiently waiting to go
so put on those clothes you never grew into
and smile like you mean it for once
if you come back bring
a new name for everything."
i forgot i need to fit two weeks in the south in between living on the east and then the west coast. how do i fit all of this in?
ja. and i were walking to get food on lancaster today when a small brown blur whizzed past our eyes and directly into oncoming traffic. i bolted after this shaking, terrified mess of a dog, resulting in honking oversized trucks and the squealing of brakes, before cornering him in front of the donut store. he offered me his paw. i picked him up, roamed the neighborhood looking for any potential semblance of a guardian before finding none, and took him back to the house. his name is susquehanna (this was all k, and none me), and he follows me with oversized brown eyes at all time. sometimes i really do love dogs.
i had no idea i was dating a sixth grader until we broke up and he went from being twenty five to being twelve and three quarters. i think i'm over it. i think i'm over the past eighteen years (or atleast i'm working on it).
he is running like an angry dash around the house, and i'm laughing alot and singing really loud to lots of hopeful music. right now, i'm on high alert, but i think things will really be okay, whether or not we ever talk again. i'm coming to terms with alot of things (relationships, activism in relation to me, the possibility of never having a beach bonfire on the east coast), and mentally wading through alot of things (gender concepts and how this relates to me, bisexuality, to move or not to move and if so where, polyamory vs. monogamy, honest communication, good ways to combat cat calls, what the fuck i think i'm doing by putting my stuff in storage) that i should have thought through a long time ago. more than anything, i'm growing, and even though things are kind of a disorganized mess right now, i think they'll work themselves out.
"all you won't show
the boxes you brought here and never unpacked are still patiently waiting to go
so put on those clothes you never grew into
and smile like you mean it for once
if you come back bring
a new name for everything."