my mom is gone. *dances around in tutu made of bubbles*
yesterday i got asked out to lunch today by a very hot, married man, and our plans were that he'd pick me up after church, and we almost stood each other up by default, because i couldn't seem to find him.
but i did, eventually, and we had a very nice lunch.
he has a sweet ride. it's a silver mustang convertable, and he has a meter-reader, and a handicapped tag, so convenience was at our fingertips. his wife needs the tag i guess....she's about 75.
he's going to turn 80 in september.
mr. ken allen. he treats all the kids at our church to a ride or lunch or fishing or something. we all love him.
yum.
I didn't know how giganticous the potatoes at jason's deli were!
they were big.
we had ice-cream.
i feel great.
it's the ice cream, the fact that it's storming, and the absence of my mother.
*dances around*
did anyone know that i have a song running in my head perpetually? it hasn't ever stopped since as long as i can remember...
except when... yah, whatever. not today.
*dances around to miller's angels...since that is the song of the hour/day/week?*
so guys, when i write down the music, i'm not cheating if i put down the one in me skull, since there is no musical access synonymous with internet access on this side of reality.
today is transcendant.
I can remember tomorrow.
and i can read the future of yesterday.
guys, peace and love to everyone who is reading this, and i never say that lightly.
*dances off to #4 in Michael Wobleyou Smith's cd, Freedom*
but i did, eventually, and we had a very nice lunch.
he has a sweet ride. it's a silver mustang convertable, and he has a meter-reader, and a handicapped tag, so convenience was at our fingertips. his wife needs the tag i guess....she's about 75.
he's going to turn 80 in september.
mr. ken allen. he treats all the kids at our church to a ride or lunch or fishing or something. we all love him.
yum.
I didn't know how giganticous the potatoes at jason's deli were!
they were big.
we had ice-cream.
i feel great.
it's the ice cream, the fact that it's storming, and the absence of my mother.
*dances around*
did anyone know that i have a song running in my head perpetually? it hasn't ever stopped since as long as i can remember...
except when... yah, whatever. not today.
*dances around to miller's angels...since that is the song of the hour/day/week?*
so guys, when i write down the music, i'm not cheating if i put down the one in me skull, since there is no musical access synonymous with internet access on this side of reality.
today is transcendant.
I can remember tomorrow.
and i can read the future of yesterday.
guys, peace and love to everyone who is reading this, and i never say that lightly.
*dances off to #4 in Michael Wobleyou Smith's cd, Freedom*