Happy B-Day Mama Browne!!!
i've been way too friggin hard on my friends lately. a regular little drama queen. sorry, guys... i luv ya all! well, not all of you... mWahahahahaha! you're all amazing people, and i'm lucky to have you all in my life.
besides, i've only got a few months left... what the hell's the point of raising trouble now? i can tough it out once more, it really ain't a problem. so i'm chill from here on out... promise.
it was mi madre's b-day today. i baked her a cake... and gave her the gift of turning back time: i got her number candles 20 years younger than her actual age. then i watched kill bill w/ jimny dangles, followed by a good round of worms (and lemme tell you... there's nothing more satisfying than a well placed super-sheep blowing the living crap of a little cartoon worm. ecstasy!)
i really like the poem i wrote yesterday. for anyone confused, it's told from the point of view of a seraphim (an angel) who is collecting a little girl on her deathbed, accompanied by a cigar-smoking, bitter, gruff cherubim. the peeps from 'long ago' that he describes are the nephilium, angels who died in the flood because they intermarried with humans, and refused to leave them. the nephilium is also my call sign... that's the wings on my poetry/prose binder. if you're interested in the story, it's only a bitty phrase in da bible, but madeline l'engle wrote an entire novel outlining the story (though she's very prejudiced towards nephilium, if i say so myself)
off to unc tomorrow, right after chanel day! whizzam!! i'll be back wedensday night kids... so contain your tears. if anyone wants a souveneir... well, too bad... i'm broke.
besides, i've only got a few months left... what the hell's the point of raising trouble now? i can tough it out once more, it really ain't a problem. so i'm chill from here on out... promise.
it was mi madre's b-day today. i baked her a cake... and gave her the gift of turning back time: i got her number candles 20 years younger than her actual age. then i watched kill bill w/ jimny dangles, followed by a good round of worms (and lemme tell you... there's nothing more satisfying than a well placed super-sheep blowing the living crap of a little cartoon worm. ecstasy!)
i really like the poem i wrote yesterday. for anyone confused, it's told from the point of view of a seraphim (an angel) who is collecting a little girl on her deathbed, accompanied by a cigar-smoking, bitter, gruff cherubim. the peeps from 'long ago' that he describes are the nephilium, angels who died in the flood because they intermarried with humans, and refused to leave them. the nephilium is also my call sign... that's the wings on my poetry/prose binder. if you're interested in the story, it's only a bitty phrase in da bible, but madeline l'engle wrote an entire novel outlining the story (though she's very prejudiced towards nephilium, if i say so myself)
off to unc tomorrow, right after chanel day! whizzam!! i'll be back wedensday night kids... so contain your tears. if anyone wants a souveneir... well, too bad... i'm broke.