communion in my community

Aug 08, 2005 12:24

take this cigarete
it is my body
smoke it and think of me

take this beer
it is my blood
drink it and think of me


we skipped church because we're bad mormons. instead, marty came over and the two of us had a different kind of communion. cigaretes and beer. love it!

it brings marty a lot of joy to see whitney and me living together. he told me several time to hold onto this one. marty, that old fool, only speaks the truth.

after i took a shower, whitney and i hopped over to the church just in time to eat the free food. we were scared at first because everyone was all dressed up. i suppose we could have forseen this one, but we are never ones to think.

john made me feel better about being underdressed with his goofy out-of-season tie.

wendy, john and i got together afterwords to rock out on guitars and drums. good times were had by all. john likes to be creative with his drums and wendy likes to keep it simple. it's just how imagined my backup band to be. i mean, our band to be.

sometimes i don't know how serious to take the band. i'd like to take it seriously but sometimes i don't want to get my hopes up. i feel kind of silly taking it seriously right now. maybe bands are like love relationships. move slowly.

whitney and i made cheese sticks last night, just like you order at dennys! we had trouble making the bread crumbs. the rest was easy.

we went over to whitney's other house to pickup her things and move her out. that took forever because all we wanted to do was lie down. i seriously think that house is haunted by lazy spirits.

it was suposed to take one hour but it took three or four. eventualy, we got everything packed up in boxes and put away in storage.

on the porch, i found a black cigar. i'm not a big fan of cigars but i'm a huge fan of free smoke.

when we got home, floyd was sitting on the porch. he was enraged because he was waiting for troy. everybody is always waiting for troy! floyd had been waiting for 3 or 4 hours.

we the split the black on the porch together and shared a beer. then i gave him a pillow and a sleeping bag. i offered floor space in my room, too. but floyd has too much pride for that. it's probably for the best because we hardly ever have the room to ourselves.

bad conversation:

windex284: i need to name this mix for alan
windex284: any ideas?
Gu876: whats on it?
windex284: oh you know
Gu876: is he the guy thats done with his mission?
Gu876: i think you should make a dirty pun with "missionary possition" but thats me
windex284: sufjan, carissa's wierd, the boy least likely to, ben folds, magnetic fields, decemberists, iron and wine, arcade fire, broken social scene, clem snide, damien jurado, william shatner (!)
windex284: et al.
Gu876: like "now that you're done with the missionary possition"
Gu876: ...
Gu876: LMAO
windex284: har har
windex284: no.
Gu876: why do they call it that anyway?
windex284: you're asking me?
windex284: i
windex284: have
windex284: no
windex284: idea
Gu876: i dont know maybey ou learned it in semminary class
windex284: everyone's a comedian.
Gu876: hey alteast i didn't say seamenary class
Gu876: LMAO
windex284: you just did.

marty, joe, floyd, wendy, john parker, whitney

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