Do phone calls count? if so: one nite we were talking on the phone. there was a thunder storm. we were talking about our interpretations of hyper-ballad. also talked about alot of other things, but the hyper-ballad stuff stands out because i remember once i got talking about it, i wouldnt shut up and it made me fully understand the song.
if phone calls DONT count: the time i stayed with you. it was the sunday nite and we were trying on each others clothes. it made me feel good, because i'd always thought my thighs were huge. and when i saw yours, i was jealous because you were very skinny. but then you couldnt fit into my pants, and i realised i wasnt as fat as i thought. sorry, i dont mean to sound bitchy. :)
:D I remmeber i was in the middle of my street on the way home for something when we talked about hyperballad. I was driving and i'd pulled over. Thats so wierd and vivid!
I do have extra chunky theighs. Perhaps yours are just normal-chunky? You bitch! :P
sitting on your lounge reading pit's letter, which you insisted i read out loud. nervously i stuttered my way through it, stopping for us both to take in the surreal and rather morbid illustrations. midway through my eyes were starting to water and a small lump was developing in my throat; three quarters in and i was fighting tears and was concentrating more on not crying in front of you than much else. its perhaps a strange memory to post, but its a memory that won't be forgotten. its a memory that could only have been experienced with you; that book, and the context before and after reading it are all very uniquely jordan, and for these reasons its surprisingly a memory that makes me smile.
Of course the image of you i will never forget is walking out of your kitchen to find you sitting on your gym ball, a light cream towel around your shoulders, an orange peg holding it there and a stray cockatiel you had rescued standing on your shoulder, sticking his tail in your face as he was nibbling on your hair, and you staring at me, with
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Hahahahawwwwww. Those are both really sweet memories. The bird not so much because it kinda ruined the day. But hey it was an experiance :)
I'm glad you read pits letter for me. It changes my perspective to hear other people read stuff to me. Suprisingly everyone else who's read it thinks pit ended up living.. which is stupid because the last words are "all my ghostly love, pit"
us going up the skytower on my birthday last year, and seeing that rubbish presentation on australia at the base. the best time was staying at yours before i left australia though, that whole week. i miss ya, and sydney.
I mean this in the most flattering and non psychotic way. Chris, If there were just one boy that i were able to kidnap, tie up and lock away in a cellar. A boy who i could keep tucked away in the shirt pocket of my life forever, He'd be you. I think you invented some new hormone constellation in me. A bloodthirsty lust for holding onto the people i love in my life. Which thankfully has kicked me in the arse a little in my relationships. I no-longer only tell people i love them when im drunk (sorry balmik). And i have you to thank
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one nite we were talking on the phone. there was a thunder storm. we were talking about our interpretations of hyper-ballad. also talked about alot of other things, but the hyper-ballad stuff stands out because i remember once i got talking about it, i wouldnt shut up and it made me fully understand the song.
if phone calls DONT count:
the time i stayed with you. it was the sunday nite and we were trying on each others clothes. it made me feel good, because i'd always thought my thighs were huge. and when i saw yours, i was jealous because you were very skinny. but then you couldnt fit into my pants, and i realised i wasnt as fat as i thought. sorry, i dont mean to sound bitchy. :)
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I remmeber i was in the middle of my street on the way home for something when we talked about hyperballad. I was driving and i'd pulled over. Thats so wierd and vivid!
I do have extra chunky theighs. Perhaps yours are just normal-chunky?
You bitch! :P
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And No. I am not any type of chunky. I am deliciously thin and don't you forget it.
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But im all swimmer-fit now. 50 laps at the pool twice a week and junk.
good luck :P
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its perhaps a strange memory to post, but its a memory that won't be forgotten. its a memory that could only have been experienced with you; that book, and the context before and after reading it are all very uniquely jordan, and for these reasons its surprisingly a memory that makes me smile.
Of course the image of you i will never forget is walking out of your kitchen to find you sitting on your gym ball, a light cream towel around your shoulders, an orange peg holding it there and a stray cockatiel you had rescued standing on your shoulder, sticking his tail in your face as he was nibbling on your hair, and you staring at me, with ( ... )
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I'm glad you read pits letter for me. It changes my perspective to hear other people read stuff to me. Suprisingly everyone else who's read it thinks pit ended up living.. which is stupid because the last words are "all my ghostly love, pit"
duh.!
*hug* thanks for posting, sweetheart.
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it wasn't until two or three days
later that i sadly realized it
was only a dream.
prior to the realization, i was so giddy.
=0)
*huggles*
love you!
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I know i'll meet you one day and i think if you ever disappear i'll loose a big piece of me. :)
Which is so weird because we dont *really* know eachother in the flesh.
One day!
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you know... i agree. and always have!
we've known eachother for years, though.
so i think that counts for something. =0)
i like the icon. =0)
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Oh, and me replying to yours.
Al
xx
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