because I feel good and unapologetic.

[gloriousday__]

On the last night of the year I walk blisters into my red boots and drink sangria, vodka and orange juice, kahlua and brandy. I hold his hand without intention, and without intention squeeze it tightly as the man in the doorway prepares his skin for the needle as we pass

Comments

[inept]

Aw, Amelia.

<3

[gloriousday__]

aw Grace!

are you interested in seeing this : http://www.myspace.com/teteoctet : with me and possibly Aurora tomorrow night? (answer: you betcha!)

[katosphere]

i'm not sure what to say about most of this except that it's an especially lovely-ly written entry.

as far as obtrusiveness goes: among my goals is not to feed you any more mushrooms or moldy cheese.

[gloriousday__]

it's really not writing so much as it's recording, but thanks.

I don't actually believe you've ever fed me either mushrooms or moldy cheese.

[katosphere]

well, shit then, guess i understand less than i even realized. about both writing and emotional spore allergies.

[gloriousday__]

guess I was hoping you weren't speaking metaphorically re: spores. *shrug*