Delirium! Destruction! Stop fooling around!
GLEE!
I could seriously explode into a whole bunch of fish out of joy. Or start making butterflies... or have my hair randomly change styles as I saw fit.
Last night was great... yesterday was great. Truancy is best when shared with two of your favorite people... and spent in Cross County... (in the Erotica section of Waldenbooks?). And any night of pancakomancy (pancakeomancy?) followed by falling victim to two really bad shots with 30 ouchless hairties... oh man, it was great.
Life really can't get much better than this. This week went by so fast, I'm not sure what to do with myself tomorrow. I'm thinking MoMA, except I don't think anyone will go with me... which could be nice. But still.
I miss the city. Neil Gaiman couldn't freak me out about those, not at all. If New York woke up, would everyone be crushed? I'm pretty sure... but the same would happen in Philly and London and Moscow and Madrid, and damn wouldn't that be awesome?
So...yes. I hate it when I have no idea what to get people for their birthdays, because I love birthdays. Today's someone's birthday, and I haven't spoken to him in two or three months. And I still wanna call or leave him a message to congratulate his survival. I don't know what would happen if I did. But I doubt it would be too good. So I guess I should shut up. But damn, birthdays are wondeful things -- it's just one day celebrating how lucky the world is that you exist. People think I'm nuts for this, and I do tend to obsess over mine, but no more than I obsess over any of my friends'. *sigh*
So... I guess I should leave for Joe's class soon, I have so much to say! There will be a follow up!
I could seriously explode into a whole bunch of fish out of joy. Or start making butterflies... or have my hair randomly change styles as I saw fit.
Last night was great... yesterday was great. Truancy is best when shared with two of your favorite people... and spent in Cross County... (in the Erotica section of Waldenbooks?). And any night of pancakomancy (pancakeomancy?) followed by falling victim to two really bad shots with 30 ouchless hairties... oh man, it was great.
Life really can't get much better than this. This week went by so fast, I'm not sure what to do with myself tomorrow. I'm thinking MoMA, except I don't think anyone will go with me... which could be nice. But still.
I miss the city. Neil Gaiman couldn't freak me out about those, not at all. If New York woke up, would everyone be crushed? I'm pretty sure... but the same would happen in Philly and London and Moscow and Madrid, and damn wouldn't that be awesome?
So...yes. I hate it when I have no idea what to get people for their birthdays, because I love birthdays. Today's someone's birthday, and I haven't spoken to him in two or three months. And I still wanna call or leave him a message to congratulate his survival. I don't know what would happen if I did. But I doubt it would be too good. So I guess I should shut up. But damn, birthdays are wondeful things -- it's just one day celebrating how lucky the world is that you exist. People think I'm nuts for this, and I do tend to obsess over mine, but no more than I obsess over any of my friends'. *sigh*
So... I guess I should leave for Joe's class soon, I have so much to say! There will be a follow up!