Physical contact of the human sort.
Last night was funfunfun (until Daddy took the T-bird away).
Kenzie came over and we danced to Papa Pengouin and Danke Schoen and other such outrageously dance-able songs. And we played dress up with my new dresses, which I'm VERYYYY excited about. They are pretty wild. Hoooooooraaaaaaaaah. AND I FINALLY GOT A BEAUUUUUTIFUL HAT. It's so wonderful and brown and floppy. But I still want a little tweed beautiful one, if I can find the perfect one.
So we went to Mema's and played in the fields and ate and we were merry. We couldn't decide between an art show or a concert, so we called Lee, and he was a few minutes away at his friend John's apartment. I've been there a few times, and John is really cool and so is their friend Gordon who was there and I've also hung out with before.
So we got there, and there was music and lots of wine. Right away, the cigarettes had seem to gone empty, so adventures were had to get more. Which ultimately resulted in huge gum balls that hurt my teeth and skeeeeeeeeeeeeet everywhere. PURPLE SKEET EVERYWHERE! There were so many sexual jokes made in the evening. So many. At one point the wind started getting so wild and insane that it sounded like things were crashing, so naturally, John and I went outside and played with the wind. We spun with her and layed with her and danced with her and sang with her. It was WONDERFUL. Her name is Chrysanthamum. The wind, that is. We considered naming her either Cindy or Mindy, so one could say "The windy Cindy/Mindy likes indie." But we decided against it. Then everyone else came out and experienced the wind. Everyone in their own way. Or so it seemed. It was very nice. And there was a slight rain, and just laying in the grass felt so good. John burned me cds! But the burning got interrupted and I only got a few but it was wooonddeeeeeffuuuullll. He has a wonderful wonderful collection of music. I'm getting there, methinks. Or mehopes. We put on the the Life Aquatic which seemed so appropos. And John owns Waking Life! And everyone had seen it. And that was exciting. I want to watch that again, it's been awhile.
Eventually, the cool young'ins had to go, and Lee and John had left for a little so I didn't get to say goodbye. Oh welllzzzzzz.
I came back and talked to Phill for an hour or so. We both fell asleep, but then I woke up and had to hang up. I like him. mhmhmhmhmhm. I think we just have a few personal things to work out. If at all possible.
Kenzie came over and we danced to Papa Pengouin and Danke Schoen and other such outrageously dance-able songs. And we played dress up with my new dresses, which I'm VERYYYY excited about. They are pretty wild. Hoooooooraaaaaaaaah. AND I FINALLY GOT A BEAUUUUUTIFUL HAT. It's so wonderful and brown and floppy. But I still want a little tweed beautiful one, if I can find the perfect one.
So we went to Mema's and played in the fields and ate and we were merry. We couldn't decide between an art show or a concert, so we called Lee, and he was a few minutes away at his friend John's apartment. I've been there a few times, and John is really cool and so is their friend Gordon who was there and I've also hung out with before.
So we got there, and there was music and lots of wine. Right away, the cigarettes had seem to gone empty, so adventures were had to get more. Which ultimately resulted in huge gum balls that hurt my teeth and skeeeeeeeeeeeeet everywhere. PURPLE SKEET EVERYWHERE! There were so many sexual jokes made in the evening. So many. At one point the wind started getting so wild and insane that it sounded like things were crashing, so naturally, John and I went outside and played with the wind. We spun with her and layed with her and danced with her and sang with her. It was WONDERFUL. Her name is Chrysanthamum. The wind, that is. We considered naming her either Cindy or Mindy, so one could say "The windy Cindy/Mindy likes indie." But we decided against it. Then everyone else came out and experienced the wind. Everyone in their own way. Or so it seemed. It was very nice. And there was a slight rain, and just laying in the grass felt so good. John burned me cds! But the burning got interrupted and I only got a few but it was wooonddeeeeeffuuuullll. He has a wonderful wonderful collection of music. I'm getting there, methinks. Or mehopes. We put on the the Life Aquatic which seemed so appropos. And John owns Waking Life! And everyone had seen it. And that was exciting. I want to watch that again, it's been awhile.
Eventually, the cool young'ins had to go, and Lee and John had left for a little so I didn't get to say goodbye. Oh welllzzzzzz.
I came back and talked to Phill for an hour or so. We both fell asleep, but then I woke up and had to hang up. I like him. mhmhmhmhmhm. I think we just have a few personal things to work out. If at all possible.