group hug?
Our cat gurgles at me in urgent tones, and puts his two little paws on my left foot. all I can offer him is a chin scratch. myewch.
hm, I'm feeling a bit segmented and - some other emotion that's almost like being ignored, but not quite. So I am on your friends list because I seem kinda cool, but you don't understand me, have nothing to say to me and just can't bother removing me from the list? This is something I wonder sometimes. Other times I don't really care - but ultimately, I appreciate everyone on my list in a different way. you (yes, you) make me smile. thanks.
In other news, a semi-famous composer signed my vocal score - "For your wonderful screaming. Thanks, Robert Ward"
oh yes. i screamed so good. the singing, too, was nice.
Last night I dreamt of finding a peacock feather, and a deer with antlers that turned into a forest. Also, a purple suitcase made out of a double bass. already I'm excited for next year's burning man. (I'm writing an opera for the burn, oh yes I am. still in the convincing myself-to-start-doing-it stage.)
Now I regret feeling alone, or expressing lonliness ever. I am not alone, and when I feel that way, it's my own fault. Not that I didn't know that before, it just helps to remind myself sometimes. I have good friends, really good friends. and kitties, dawn upshaw, neil gaiman, people who smile at me and remember my name, people who call me when they hear me on the radio, a new housemate who appreciates the importance of experimental music and dictionary.com, and of course my sweetie who is filled with peacock lashes and eyeball fudge and unadulterated joy, and who understands even when I think he doesn't. merci beaucoup, beaucoup! not feeling so segmented anymore. in fact, i feel like dancing or chanting, or playing marimba. that must be a good sign.
hm, I'm feeling a bit segmented and - some other emotion that's almost like being ignored, but not quite. So I am on your friends list because I seem kinda cool, but you don't understand me, have nothing to say to me and just can't bother removing me from the list? This is something I wonder sometimes. Other times I don't really care - but ultimately, I appreciate everyone on my list in a different way. you (yes, you) make me smile. thanks.
In other news, a semi-famous composer signed my vocal score - "For your wonderful screaming. Thanks, Robert Ward"
oh yes. i screamed so good. the singing, too, was nice.
Last night I dreamt of finding a peacock feather, and a deer with antlers that turned into a forest. Also, a purple suitcase made out of a double bass. already I'm excited for next year's burning man. (I'm writing an opera for the burn, oh yes I am. still in the convincing myself-to-start-doing-it stage.)
Now I regret feeling alone, or expressing lonliness ever. I am not alone, and when I feel that way, it's my own fault. Not that I didn't know that before, it just helps to remind myself sometimes. I have good friends, really good friends. and kitties, dawn upshaw, neil gaiman, people who smile at me and remember my name, people who call me when they hear me on the radio, a new housemate who appreciates the importance of experimental music and dictionary.com, and of course my sweetie who is filled with peacock lashes and eyeball fudge and unadulterated joy, and who understands even when I think he doesn't. merci beaucoup, beaucoup! not feeling so segmented anymore. in fact, i feel like dancing or chanting, or playing marimba. that must be a good sign.