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a quiet christmas with frenchpress, my love.
first time to spend the holidays sans family for both of us.
waffle house for christmas lunch, veggie sloppy joes for dinner.
a precious laid-back holiday with her. batman blanket snuggly.
it's a wonderful life was unrememberedly(real word?) gritty, witty and weepy.
last night, had the privilege of picking up up pendulous and maehymn
from the port'o'air at separate times. sadly,maehymn's last day in nashville.
pendulous's return was welcome - i grudgingly admit that his blood family has
some small claim on his presence, but i do miss my brother when he's gone.
after the respective taxi trips, i went to close up caffeine.
i used to close up more often,
and would find myself slouched
wearily on a stool, slightly too tired
to drive home just yet, entranced
by x-files reruns at three am
or emerging at four to find rain,
rain shining silver in the streetlights,
washing over my upturned face
as i close my eyes and breathe in
the wet, living scent of the storm.
in closing, i reluctantly admit that
in the year 2006 i resolve to:
poke a badger with a spoon.
get your resolution here
but only in love, friend badger . . . only in love.
first time to spend the holidays sans family for both of us.
waffle house for christmas lunch, veggie sloppy joes for dinner.
a precious laid-back holiday with her. batman blanket snuggly.
it's a wonderful life was unrememberedly(real word?) gritty, witty and weepy.
last night, had the privilege of picking up up pendulous and maehymn
from the port'o'air at separate times. sadly,maehymn's last day in nashville.
pendulous's return was welcome - i grudgingly admit that his blood family has
some small claim on his presence, but i do miss my brother when he's gone.
after the respective taxi trips, i went to close up caffeine.
i used to close up more often,
and would find myself slouched
wearily on a stool, slightly too tired
to drive home just yet, entranced
by x-files reruns at three am
or emerging at four to find rain,
rain shining silver in the streetlights,
washing over my upturned face
as i close my eyes and breathe in
the wet, living scent of the storm.
in closing, i reluctantly admit that
in the year 2006 i resolve to:
poke a badger with a spoon.
get your resolution here
but only in love, friend badger . . . only in love.