Poet-lust and sexy chocolate
Last night was lovely. I have to say, when I am in need, my bay area poets are always there for me. I just had a long conversation with my best friend in Modesto, and let's just say, such is not the case there. I'm grateful.
So, BOB last night. It's really nice to attend a BOB and not have to stress about being in it. Of course, that also means that most of my friends were crazy busy, but they still made a point of hugging me hello, and, really, that's all I really wanted.
Got wasted super early and went and slept an hour in the car. I blame Dahled. Somehow, I accept anything he offers.
When I woke up, I went back to the bar. I know, right? I'm SUCH a trooper. I drank more...but I think more than I realized I should not drive home. So I slept on Kat's couch. Though I also had the offer of another couch. I feel so loved.
2 more things:
1. I think I may have overstepped my bounds. Violated someone. And I feel kinda bad. Someone came up from behind me to playfully shield the view of my breasts from whoever I was talking to, and I clamped down on his hands so they grabbed my boobs. I swear, it didn't even occur to me that it might be inappropriate. I blame Dahled. Why not?
2. It's that time of year again. Where I get crazy poet-lust. Seeing some of these people on stage is like having sex with chocolate. Oh yes.
Okay....one more thing.
1. I miss my boyfriend. I am so very in love with my boyfriend. After such poet-lust comes upon me, I tend to reevaluate (just checking) to see if I am lusting innocently or not. And the results are in. Completely innocent. I am so very happy in my relationship. I never want to be apart from this man. And...it's kind of crazy. I didn't think it was possible before I met him. He brings me joy. And chocolate. You know you are jealous.
So, BOB last night. It's really nice to attend a BOB and not have to stress about being in it. Of course, that also means that most of my friends were crazy busy, but they still made a point of hugging me hello, and, really, that's all I really wanted.
Got wasted super early and went and slept an hour in the car. I blame Dahled. Somehow, I accept anything he offers.
When I woke up, I went back to the bar. I know, right? I'm SUCH a trooper. I drank more...but I think more than I realized I should not drive home. So I slept on Kat's couch. Though I also had the offer of another couch. I feel so loved.
2 more things:
1. I think I may have overstepped my bounds. Violated someone. And I feel kinda bad. Someone came up from behind me to playfully shield the view of my breasts from whoever I was talking to, and I clamped down on his hands so they grabbed my boobs. I swear, it didn't even occur to me that it might be inappropriate. I blame Dahled. Why not?
2. It's that time of year again. Where I get crazy poet-lust. Seeing some of these people on stage is like having sex with chocolate. Oh yes.
Okay....one more thing.
1. I miss my boyfriend. I am so very in love with my boyfriend. After such poet-lust comes upon me, I tend to reevaluate (just checking) to see if I am lusting innocently or not. And the results are in. Completely innocent. I am so very happy in my relationship. I never want to be apart from this man. And...it's kind of crazy. I didn't think it was possible before I met him. He brings me joy. And chocolate. You know you are jealous.