Nov 23, 2005 23:11
Penny Pony shakes her head, hand
on hip, and disappears into
the hallway.
Thanksgiving at my parents
house, first entry since
the July birthday, when I'd just
relocated onto Fairview
street; well it's time again
and now it's the Boulevard
house. With Penelope, Bosho and
hopefully, hopefully Alexis
will join us in January.
I'm in four bands, making music all
the fucking time, incredible
and intense. Dramatic shifts
in relationshipland (i thought "crushing"
impossible for me these days and, thankfully,
was very wrong) and I have never
been this healthy.
Ever.
I can't believe I've spent so
much of my life feeling uncomfortable
in my own skin.
A party, once
everything is settled, next month
at our house.
Penny's done being upright,
I'm yawning, tired of being
upright; we have a day
of bike riding and photo
taking and eating tomorrow.
I love you all and good night.