Sean E-mail
Sean and I watched my favorite movie in the world together a few months ago--Disco Pigs. If you have not seen it, check it out. But I warn you--it is bittersweet my dears (the best kind of sweet).
The movie is an Irish film about love and obsession. Pig and Runt are born at the same time--spiritual twins--and have a love so intense that they block out everything but each other. They even have their own sort of language. You could turn off the sound to this movie and their eyes would tell the whole story. So raw and pretty...oh, how I love.
Anyways, that is the background, and my reason for telling you is this email Sean sent me...Pig and Runt style...thought I'd share. Man oh man kids...this man has my heart. I am a lucky girl.
You are my little bahbee, Runt, my one and only, and me all fussy in da bed and that, sulking and tinking 'bout my queen wit a sniffle nose running her queeny dreams down da road to my door, knock knock goes her dreams till I'm all awake and only she matters to me, my head all buzzin and da like wit da sweetest love ever there was, yeah. Da Runt rollin around all in blue like da ocean, all soft and cool and moaning in my dreams, calling out from da Big Blue to da Pig, she call out, "Hey, Pig!" and I know what she saying witout her even saying no more, she saying to squeeze the Runt, hug her up and smell her smells, and taste her tongue, her ocean tongue what brings me da happiest things ever there were. And Pig, he can finally rest, no more fever sleeping but rest dat is true, like Runt's eyes are true, yeah. Pig, he finally tinks he sleeping in da Palace wit his Runt then, and his dreams come softer as she do harder when they moaning together, all love and sunshine in da moonlight.
Update: I am happy but anxious about money. I have got to stop writing checks when I don't have any cash...24.00 for a Roly Poly sandwich is not cool...it's fucking stupid. I have v little impulse control. Actually--none. Next Wednesday, my financial aid is supposed to come through and I will be so happy--will dance so hard jumping up and down--I'll probably break my leg. But maybe not.
Heather will be back from Spain next week, and Tara will be visiting from Houston, and my dad will be coming into town next weekend to help me paint my floor, which is concrete. I'm not sure what color I want yet, but I definitely want it shiny. Shiny is good. I'll be sooooo happy w my money and my room and my dad being here and my friends and Sean--I just might burst. But maybe not.
I'm reading a lot and writing a little and I can't wait for classes to start.
My Education is doing a little mini-tour-Denton, Georgia, Washington D.C. He won't be back until Monday. Gah. But that's okay b/c I'm busybusy. I work tomorrow and then I'm supposed to hang out w James tomorrow night.
I think I'll read myself to sleep now. The Corrections is incredible. Love.
The movie is an Irish film about love and obsession. Pig and Runt are born at the same time--spiritual twins--and have a love so intense that they block out everything but each other. They even have their own sort of language. You could turn off the sound to this movie and their eyes would tell the whole story. So raw and pretty...oh, how I love.
Anyways, that is the background, and my reason for telling you is this email Sean sent me...Pig and Runt style...thought I'd share. Man oh man kids...this man has my heart. I am a lucky girl.
You are my little bahbee, Runt, my one and only, and me all fussy in da bed and that, sulking and tinking 'bout my queen wit a sniffle nose running her queeny dreams down da road to my door, knock knock goes her dreams till I'm all awake and only she matters to me, my head all buzzin and da like wit da sweetest love ever there was, yeah. Da Runt rollin around all in blue like da ocean, all soft and cool and moaning in my dreams, calling out from da Big Blue to da Pig, she call out, "Hey, Pig!" and I know what she saying witout her even saying no more, she saying to squeeze the Runt, hug her up and smell her smells, and taste her tongue, her ocean tongue what brings me da happiest things ever there were. And Pig, he can finally rest, no more fever sleeping but rest dat is true, like Runt's eyes are true, yeah. Pig, he finally tinks he sleeping in da Palace wit his Runt then, and his dreams come softer as she do harder when they moaning together, all love and sunshine in da moonlight.
Update: I am happy but anxious about money. I have got to stop writing checks when I don't have any cash...24.00 for a Roly Poly sandwich is not cool...it's fucking stupid. I have v little impulse control. Actually--none. Next Wednesday, my financial aid is supposed to come through and I will be so happy--will dance so hard jumping up and down--I'll probably break my leg. But maybe not.
Heather will be back from Spain next week, and Tara will be visiting from Houston, and my dad will be coming into town next weekend to help me paint my floor, which is concrete. I'm not sure what color I want yet, but I definitely want it shiny. Shiny is good. I'll be sooooo happy w my money and my room and my dad being here and my friends and Sean--I just might burst. But maybe not.
I'm reading a lot and writing a little and I can't wait for classes to start.
My Education is doing a little mini-tour-Denton, Georgia, Washington D.C. He won't be back until Monday. Gah. But that's okay b/c I'm busybusy. I work tomorrow and then I'm supposed to hang out w James tomorrow night.
I think I'll read myself to sleep now. The Corrections is incredible. Love.