raging lesbians.
hello all.
i write to you covered in black glitter from crafty endeavors.
also, full of yummy bagels. which of course reminded me of babies. which lead to REALLY awkward conversations with my mother about my love life once verbalized. [i.e. "hehe! making a bagel sounds like making a baby! teehhee!!"]
yesterday was a lovely first day of winterbreak. i had a slow leisurely wake-up to yummy coffee and then posted my short story in my new writing journal that you all must check out, omnomwords . then clare came over and we drove down to planet fresh singing [title of show] at the top of our lungs, just like summer. there we met up with sir charles, gwen, and the lovely desiree who i was able to squeel about buffy with. XD then later came, nick, clare's girlfriend. that was new: i had never met him before, but from all first impressions i approve.
i had to be mildly careful of glomping onto clare too much then, as to prevent awkward/jealousy issues.
actually, maybe i should do that more often.....NAH.
we mozied to moon zoom where, seeing as i had no money, i fell in love with everything i touched.
this love for vintage poofy dresses is really becoming a problem, me thinks.
we were walking about town all of us, a gaggle of raging lesbians, of various pronouns and labels and such, but a gaggle just the same. then clare and i got really tired. i felt my alterego of mope and self-depracation creep up and decided it was time to go away.
clare and i went home and broke out the arts and crafts and tortellinis. than trevor came over and we watched CATS and remarked on how anyone could dislike a musical full of incredibly well built dancers in spandex, legwarmers, fuzzy ears and tails, rolling and writhing around to andrew lloyd webber tunes? i could hardly contain all of my lust for the kittygirlies luckily i have a really nice boyfriend who just smiles and shakes his head as i drool. yay trevor.
than joya came over and we watched firefly and ate yummy cookies and soon everyone was gone and clare and i cuddled ourselves to sleep, [which is, by the way, the best way to fall asleep: with a clare].
this morning there was chai and xmas gift shopping.
later, cookie baking with clare. laterlater, mamamia with trevor? maybe?
-morgan, the sexually confused and confusing.
i write to you covered in black glitter from crafty endeavors.
also, full of yummy bagels. which of course reminded me of babies. which lead to REALLY awkward conversations with my mother about my love life once verbalized. [i.e. "hehe! making a bagel sounds like making a baby! teehhee!!"]
yesterday was a lovely first day of winterbreak. i had a slow leisurely wake-up to yummy coffee and then posted my short story in my new writing journal that you all must check out, omnomwords . then clare came over and we drove down to planet fresh singing [title of show] at the top of our lungs, just like summer. there we met up with sir charles, gwen, and the lovely desiree who i was able to squeel about buffy with. XD then later came, nick, clare's girlfriend. that was new: i had never met him before, but from all first impressions i approve.
i had to be mildly careful of glomping onto clare too much then, as to prevent awkward/jealousy issues.
actually, maybe i should do that more often.....NAH.
we mozied to moon zoom where, seeing as i had no money, i fell in love with everything i touched.
this love for vintage poofy dresses is really becoming a problem, me thinks.
we were walking about town all of us, a gaggle of raging lesbians, of various pronouns and labels and such, but a gaggle just the same. then clare and i got really tired. i felt my alterego of mope and self-depracation creep up and decided it was time to go away.
clare and i went home and broke out the arts and crafts and tortellinis. than trevor came over and we watched CATS and remarked on how anyone could dislike a musical full of incredibly well built dancers in spandex, legwarmers, fuzzy ears and tails, rolling and writhing around to andrew lloyd webber tunes? i could hardly contain all of my lust for the kittygirlies luckily i have a really nice boyfriend who just smiles and shakes his head as i drool. yay trevor.
than joya came over and we watched firefly and ate yummy cookies and soon everyone was gone and clare and i cuddled ourselves to sleep, [which is, by the way, the best way to fall asleep: with a clare].
this morning there was chai and xmas gift shopping.
later, cookie baking with clare. laterlater, mamamia with trevor? maybe?
-morgan, the sexually confused and confusing.