i asked you to go to the green day concert
the sun is bright and warm this morning/afternoon. socks has sun bathing on the wooden back step that my dad made as if it were the deck at the cabin. it makes me so happy when he can stay outside for a long time. when i got home from europe i think he had some kind of cabin fever-pay attention to me-i hate my litter box and friskies depression. he sleeps on my bed every night, right next to my neck, and doesn't even get up in the morning until i do. he used to sleep at my feet, and then at 4:30am get up and start making noise and being violent and destructive. hes nice now; he knows that i care. i dont know if he understands that i have to go away again, and this time for longer. but i tell him almost everyday.
i started a poem about this very thing about a week ago. i must finish it. (and it has nothing to do with isaac or grass - im sure one of those will fit in the poem somehow though)
my slovenia shirt is so cool. im going to wear it today, i think with the black skirt i got in potsdam. or black pants. steve and devon and lee are going to slovenia next month. improv in slovenia. im so jealous. i just have to go to ottawa. improv in ottawa. how original.
i started a poem about this very thing about a week ago. i must finish it. (and it has nothing to do with isaac or grass - im sure one of those will fit in the poem somehow though)
my slovenia shirt is so cool. im going to wear it today, i think with the black skirt i got in potsdam. or black pants. steve and devon and lee are going to slovenia next month. improv in slovenia. im so jealous. i just have to go to ottawa. improv in ottawa. how original.