Equilibrium and pug eyes.
Life is very fulfilling when I've got my mind in the mix. Supervised by the emote, of course. Makes for a freshly fantastic expanse of hours, seconds, oh hell, minutes too. Good ol' minutes. Good kisses can be had in minutes. And hours. And days, lifetimes. How optimistic and frosted cheerios I sound, almost unrecognizable I would be to myself.
Pineapple Express last night, after waxing smokey in the Quily Shop courtyard for a good hour. Too much waxing smokey, once enmeshed in the teeming line of grass lovers, overwhelmance took place. I wasn't calm until there was ice cream in my face, especially after the debacle of trying to unfog brains to choose a line. Oh, funny movie. Santiago and Dunbar.
Zoe named one of her dolls Marigold yesterday. After naming it Granola. She's got the brilliance in her. When I was a child, older than miss Blue even, I named everything after the food my tiny belly found yummy, or my favorite cartoon people. Marigold. Such a baby must have a very hospitable brain for thoughts to emerge from. It must be full of nourishing neurons that go snap!-crackle!-pop! until glistening intelligence is formed in the space between a fireworks lightsplash and the resultant crisp kaboom.
Princess Zoe Blue Marigold Cookie, I believe. I have good feelings.
Gryph has a best friend, also. His whole world is expanding with social feelings, I am thankful for Buddy Jackson and his sensitive pug eyes. We de-energized him so much yesterday that he fell asleep licking his puppy balls. I have video. Life is awesome.
Also spent a week cooped away from work, busy being cripple. Thanks, Black-necked Screamer. You didn't have to do me that way, Boo. I bought you an expensive bike lock. Go to hell, and avoid hipster potholes on the way there.
Crutches suck dick.
Aircast sucks dick.
I?
Ha.
It's a good life lately. The best I ever had.
Pineapple Express last night, after waxing smokey in the Quily Shop courtyard for a good hour. Too much waxing smokey, once enmeshed in the teeming line of grass lovers, overwhelmance took place. I wasn't calm until there was ice cream in my face, especially after the debacle of trying to unfog brains to choose a line. Oh, funny movie. Santiago and Dunbar.
Zoe named one of her dolls Marigold yesterday. After naming it Granola. She's got the brilliance in her. When I was a child, older than miss Blue even, I named everything after the food my tiny belly found yummy, or my favorite cartoon people. Marigold. Such a baby must have a very hospitable brain for thoughts to emerge from. It must be full of nourishing neurons that go snap!-crackle!-pop! until glistening intelligence is formed in the space between a fireworks lightsplash and the resultant crisp kaboom.
Princess Zoe Blue Marigold Cookie, I believe. I have good feelings.
Gryph has a best friend, also. His whole world is expanding with social feelings, I am thankful for Buddy Jackson and his sensitive pug eyes. We de-energized him so much yesterday that he fell asleep licking his puppy balls. I have video. Life is awesome.
Also spent a week cooped away from work, busy being cripple. Thanks, Black-necked Screamer. You didn't have to do me that way, Boo. I bought you an expensive bike lock. Go to hell, and avoid hipster potholes on the way there.
Crutches suck dick.
Aircast sucks dick.
I?
Ha.
It's a good life lately. The best I ever had.