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Every afternoon spent with Joe is one in which my brain grows three sizes. But it's hard sometimes, because I still say stupid things every so often and it's always much worse when Joe hears them. Sometimes I'm terrified because I think I hurt his feelings a little bit when I don't mean to at all.
Joe's a doubly magical whiz-wizard. He gave me early birthday presents today. They include the albums 'TNT' by Tortoise (grand.), 'Segundo' by Juana Molina, and a lovely red hardback copy of Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice with a little sailboat imprint on the front and gold stuff on the edges of the paper. He also is having me borrow 'Buzzle Bee' by the High Llamas.
Bountiful.
I gave him a candy necklace. We sat around talking about everything in the world, decided that if he were a food he'd be a meatball dipped in some kind of creamy thing, smoked a bowl, he showed me a whole pile of artwork (including a stained glass thing he did awhile ago which makes my insides squeeze together because it's so beautiful and I kind of want it but would never say so), we watched a bunch of Sonic Youth videos, drank coffee.
He also played me some stuff by the Free Design and they're fucking awesome. Fuck.
I left and found Victor and we haunted the church parking lot (WHERE IS THE PLAYGROUND!!!!! :-( !!!! ) until BANG, Will and Danny descended upon us like snowflakes on a dead animal. We hummed a tune and slapped our theighs and chests and summoned forth a truly righteous monsoon, then waddled down to the Javamonkey to await some Paul which never came, leastways not while I was around. I stomped in puddles and poured wax on myself. Pouring wax on oneself when oneself is kind of wet and cold feels marvelous.
John appeared, smelling like a swimming pool with rosy fragrances in it. Damn I missed me some John (eventhough hewasonlygone for2days orsomething).
Man, shit, that reminds me, Victor and I saw none other than the lovely and talented Miss Katie Robertskids at Cold Stone, cavorting around with French girl Constantinople and her mother. We showered them in affection for like 5 minutes before she disappeared. It's like one fucking potato chip, man. Torture.
But I get to go thrift store shopping on Half Off day tomorrow with her and Consonance and it's sure to be an antfarm circus bonanza of wonderment.
Three cheers for everyone I know.
EDIT: Did you notice this entry has perfect punctuation or just about? I've never done that before... it's ugly...
Joe's a doubly magical whiz-wizard. He gave me early birthday presents today. They include the albums 'TNT' by Tortoise (grand.), 'Segundo' by Juana Molina, and a lovely red hardback copy of Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice with a little sailboat imprint on the front and gold stuff on the edges of the paper. He also is having me borrow 'Buzzle Bee' by the High Llamas.
Bountiful.
I gave him a candy necklace. We sat around talking about everything in the world, decided that if he were a food he'd be a meatball dipped in some kind of creamy thing, smoked a bowl, he showed me a whole pile of artwork (including a stained glass thing he did awhile ago which makes my insides squeeze together because it's so beautiful and I kind of want it but would never say so), we watched a bunch of Sonic Youth videos, drank coffee.
He also played me some stuff by the Free Design and they're fucking awesome. Fuck.
I left and found Victor and we haunted the church parking lot (WHERE IS THE PLAYGROUND!!!!! :-( !!!! ) until BANG, Will and Danny descended upon us like snowflakes on a dead animal. We hummed a tune and slapped our theighs and chests and summoned forth a truly righteous monsoon, then waddled down to the Javamonkey to await some Paul which never came, leastways not while I was around. I stomped in puddles and poured wax on myself. Pouring wax on oneself when oneself is kind of wet and cold feels marvelous.
John appeared, smelling like a swimming pool with rosy fragrances in it. Damn I missed me some John (eventhough hewasonlygone for2days orsomething).
Man, shit, that reminds me, Victor and I saw none other than the lovely and talented Miss Katie Robertskids at Cold Stone, cavorting around with French girl Constantinople and her mother. We showered them in affection for like 5 minutes before she disappeared. It's like one fucking potato chip, man. Torture.
But I get to go thrift store shopping on Half Off day tomorrow with her and Consonance and it's sure to be an antfarm circus bonanza of wonderment.
Three cheers for everyone I know.
EDIT: Did you notice this entry has perfect punctuation or just about? I've never done that before... it's ugly...