Can you find my Mongetar's wedding dress?
I had better see you all sooner than expected! You are so missed, and it hasn't even been a week yet!!
(and Sara better get a goddamn LJ, so I can keep track of her as well...and don't listen to Andy, it doesn't fucking matter what your name is, just pick something random like: kissing_me_is_like_kissing_god, you know, something easy.)
I'm so sorry, Brendan, CJ, Adam, Megan, Julia, Louie that I didn't get to properly say goodbye to you all. You're being given goodbye hickies in spirit, as you read this. Yes, that's me just below your ear. Enjoy! (Adam, don't worry, I'm giving her one too, so don't look so guilty. Shit, man.)
My parents have redone the house with their tax return. It's the first time in 21 years that the house has had anything done to it. And it looks very different. It's amazing what a new floor, new doors, and new furniture can do to the appearance of a house. It isn't the house I grew up in. And, I've never seen my parents this giddy about something. Seriously, this is the first time, since the house was built, that ANYTHING has been done. I actually have to take my shoes off when I come into the house. Different world, boys, different world.
Things have been buzzing about Jessica and Jesse's wedding (that's my sister and her fiancee if you didn't know). It's crazy, we picked out my, "maid-of-honor" dress today. They're having a very organic wedding, simple, quiet and quick. So everything is linen and inexpensive, lucky enough for me.
I have a poem I want you all to own, it was brought to my attention recently and for some reason I saw a lot of love in it, and I want you to have it:
PURPLE BATHING SUIT
I like watching you garden
with your back to me in your purple bathing suit:
your back is my favorite part of you,
the part furthest away from your mouth.
You might give some thought to that mouth.
Also to the way you weed, breaking
the grass off at ground level
when you should pull it by the roots.
How many times do I have to tell you
how the grass spreads, your little
pile notwithstanding, in a dark mass which
by smoothing over the surface you have finally
fully obscured. Watching you
stare into space in the tidy
rows of the vegtable garden, ostensibly
working hard while actually
doing the worst job possible, I think
you are a small irritating purple thing
and I would like to see you walk off the face of the earth
because you are all that's wrong with my life
and I need you and I claim you.
-Louise Gluck
I miss you all, and please e-mail me your mailing addresses where I can reach you at home, just in case you want some blackmail photos sent to you.
Love to all,
A
(and Sara better get a goddamn LJ, so I can keep track of her as well...and don't listen to Andy, it doesn't fucking matter what your name is, just pick something random like: kissing_me_is_like_kissing_god, you know, something easy.)
I'm so sorry, Brendan, CJ, Adam, Megan, Julia, Louie that I didn't get to properly say goodbye to you all. You're being given goodbye hickies in spirit, as you read this. Yes, that's me just below your ear. Enjoy! (Adam, don't worry, I'm giving her one too, so don't look so guilty. Shit, man.)
My parents have redone the house with their tax return. It's the first time in 21 years that the house has had anything done to it. And it looks very different. It's amazing what a new floor, new doors, and new furniture can do to the appearance of a house. It isn't the house I grew up in. And, I've never seen my parents this giddy about something. Seriously, this is the first time, since the house was built, that ANYTHING has been done. I actually have to take my shoes off when I come into the house. Different world, boys, different world.
Things have been buzzing about Jessica and Jesse's wedding (that's my sister and her fiancee if you didn't know). It's crazy, we picked out my, "maid-of-honor" dress today. They're having a very organic wedding, simple, quiet and quick. So everything is linen and inexpensive, lucky enough for me.
I have a poem I want you all to own, it was brought to my attention recently and for some reason I saw a lot of love in it, and I want you to have it:
PURPLE BATHING SUIT
I like watching you garden
with your back to me in your purple bathing suit:
your back is my favorite part of you,
the part furthest away from your mouth.
You might give some thought to that mouth.
Also to the way you weed, breaking
the grass off at ground level
when you should pull it by the roots.
How many times do I have to tell you
how the grass spreads, your little
pile notwithstanding, in a dark mass which
by smoothing over the surface you have finally
fully obscured. Watching you
stare into space in the tidy
rows of the vegtable garden, ostensibly
working hard while actually
doing the worst job possible, I think
you are a small irritating purple thing
and I would like to see you walk off the face of the earth
because you are all that's wrong with my life
and I need you and I claim you.
-Louise Gluck
I miss you all, and please e-mail me your mailing addresses where I can reach you at home, just in case you want some blackmail photos sent to you.
Love to all,
A