Five and One (and some extra): Hearts and Flowers Edition
I wrote something in an old blog and I was trolling through it and really liked it. Has anyone gone through the process of consolidated blogs? I have stuff dating back to 1997, and I was thinking I should get another typepad blog and just dump it all there - but? I'm trying to figure out what my motivation would be for that...and beyond having it somewhere that I can easily access all of it and not forget my passwords...I don't know.
I would really like to have you come to my door in a parka. I would like you to have a thermos of hot cocoa, and one of cough syrup, and one of sangria, for all our degrees of desperation. I would like you to have the genius idea of making a fort on the floor out of blankets and pillows and I'll be amazed as if no one has ever suggested such a thing before. We'll get flashlights and books, and whisper, even though there's no one else at home. We'll make popcorn and fake smores, and eat beef jerky and pretend that the end of the world has come. It's only darkness outside our tent. It's only terror and the gnashing of entropic teeth. It'll be the void on our necks, making my hair stand on end, but you'll grab my hand, touch my chin and whatever concern I have about being snatched up or disintegrated or made to be afraid will disappear. Won't matter then, paradise or perdition, or what...it'll feel like safety, it'll feel like love.
But that's the crazy thing. You're the void. You're the teeth against flesh, you're the roiling of seas, ragnarok, the sky after all the stars have been shook free, and I know that, I believe that, I fear that, but...I still want you in my tent. I want you that close, I want the worry that you'll give me, can't stand the thought of you looming, hair askew, limbs akimbo, blades and paints and throbbing and bleeding, over anyone else.
In honor of Valentine's month and given the likelihood that once again, I'm going to be mud-spattered and alone in the snow for this obnoxious and abrading holidayreminder of my own mortality and solitary existence...it might be nice to blog this month about things I love, things I believe in, things that make me happy instead of the usual emo!kid is emo stuff. I'll try.
So 5 + 1, very brief
1. Lost 13 pounds (up and down a bit), possibly lost a pant size.
2. Got hair cut, brows waxed and magnificent blonde highlights.
3. For the next 24 hours, I may have a crush on Kurt Warner.
4. My house is tidy which makes me smile so hard it hurts.
5. Sean Biggerstaff (will never not require a HEE!) is amazing in Cashback. There's lots of nudity in the film, lots of stupid boys being stupid and girls doing the same, but it's almost painfully romantic.
And One. If the nice boy is at the bowling alley, he will be treated to a pair of sparkly tights. So, Cupid? Never say I never tried to grease the wheels, kay, kid?