i'm a simple slave of appetite.
i have been feeling very alive. last week as we swung with megan and jason in a park in easthampton, the lightning began. then came the rain. we flew off the swings as quickly as possible and started running through the dark woods. then came the fireworks. behind us, a rumbling rush and flashes of light. we made it back onto the field and plopped down in front of everyone in the wet grass, watching the rest of the fireworks light the sky.
at home, on megan and jason's porch, we set up a disco ball and danced our hearts out to pay our respects to michael. their house is right near the park, so tons of people were parked in the neighborhood. they drove by the house and watched us put on a show, likely thinking we were intoxicated or worse. we smiled and waved american flags, not giving a fuck. we dubbed their porch "club rain." we plan to open a "club sunshine" sometime in the future.
this week, breakfast with caroline at the wonderful 3hree café. great expired television with ryan. writing poetry on breaks at work. a stormy, soaking hike in northampton. the new woody allen film, whatever works (which was purely delightful, by the way), at pleasant street theater. rock band with megan and jason. tons of great, homemade food. and today, a day of incredible arousal since the moment i woke up: a sexless sexual dream about an old internet friend, prefab sprout on the ride to easthampton, frustration at work, a funny conversation with julie, watching the foo fighters stream live from the white house, a refreshing shower, a clear mind.
sometimes i want to tell everyone how much i love them. this is one of those times.
at home, on megan and jason's porch, we set up a disco ball and danced our hearts out to pay our respects to michael. their house is right near the park, so tons of people were parked in the neighborhood. they drove by the house and watched us put on a show, likely thinking we were intoxicated or worse. we smiled and waved american flags, not giving a fuck. we dubbed their porch "club rain." we plan to open a "club sunshine" sometime in the future.
this week, breakfast with caroline at the wonderful 3hree café. great expired television with ryan. writing poetry on breaks at work. a stormy, soaking hike in northampton. the new woody allen film, whatever works (which was purely delightful, by the way), at pleasant street theater. rock band with megan and jason. tons of great, homemade food. and today, a day of incredible arousal since the moment i woke up: a sexless sexual dream about an old internet friend, prefab sprout on the ride to easthampton, frustration at work, a funny conversation with julie, watching the foo fighters stream live from the white house, a refreshing shower, a clear mind.
sometimes i want to tell everyone how much i love them. this is one of those times.