I've said it before, I'll say it again. Drop me an IM @ YeahCreedSucks.
I'm not all day with my journaling up (alright, that meme's dead), I'm much better on teh AIM.
Umm... I'll make this a journal now instead of an announcement board...
Um.
I went to my ex's birthday dinner with a bunch of people from my old university. Eh. It was okay. Another young lady with whom I had a thing had her boytoy there, three years her junior and utterly devoid of a personality. She's always going on like some goddamned romantic (oh god here i go) and even having admitted that I probably treat her more thoughtfully than anyone else she knows, she's always with these totally personality-free little boys (he's three years her junior). I am all teh day with my WTF?! up. It's not that I think I'm entitled to anyone... but Christ on a stick, I think I'm entitled to having people be christing honest with me. I have one fling in which I didn't call the person for like eight months (after which I fargin' apologized) and what is this, some kind of purgatory I've been placed in for that?
Jebus. I'm done with this shit. I need to go clean the house before bed lest mi madre kills me.
And... here's a Clare's favorite e e cummings poem.
i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite a new thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body. i like what it does,
i like its hows. i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones, and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like,, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz
of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh . . . . And eyes big Love-crumbs,
and possibly i like the thrill
of under me you quite so new
And here's my new favorite (after the grasshopper one):
l(a
le
af
fa
ll
s)
one
l
iness
Fuck a duck, that man's a goddamned genius. He's like Da Vinci meets Escher with words.
Lucha says goodnight. I'm going to read all your journals now, friends, and probably not say anything about them. But I'm reading them. Big Brother is watching you. Hi-yah. Kung fu grip. Motionless and oceanless. Emmylou Harris to y'all motherfuckers...
I'm not all day with my journaling up (alright, that meme's dead), I'm much better on teh AIM.
Umm... I'll make this a journal now instead of an announcement board...
Um.
I went to my ex's birthday dinner with a bunch of people from my old university. Eh. It was okay. Another young lady with whom I had a thing had her boytoy there, three years her junior and utterly devoid of a personality. She's always going on like some goddamned romantic (oh god here i go) and even having admitted that I probably treat her more thoughtfully than anyone else she knows, she's always with these totally personality-free little boys (he's three years her junior). I am all teh day with my WTF?! up. It's not that I think I'm entitled to anyone... but Christ on a stick, I think I'm entitled to having people be christing honest with me. I have one fling in which I didn't call the person for like eight months (after which I fargin' apologized) and what is this, some kind of purgatory I've been placed in for that?
Jebus. I'm done with this shit. I need to go clean the house before bed lest mi madre kills me.
And... here's a Clare's favorite e e cummings poem.
i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite a new thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body. i like what it does,
i like its hows. i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones, and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like,, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz
of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh . . . . And eyes big Love-crumbs,
and possibly i like the thrill
of under me you quite so new
And here's my new favorite (after the grasshopper one):
l(a
le
af
fa
ll
s)
one
l
iness
Fuck a duck, that man's a goddamned genius. He's like Da Vinci meets Escher with words.
Lucha says goodnight. I'm going to read all your journals now, friends, and probably not say anything about them. But I'm reading them. Big Brother is watching you. Hi-yah. Kung fu grip. Motionless and oceanless. Emmylou Harris to y'all motherfuckers...VIEW 6 of 6 COMMENTS
Hey, are you going Saturday to after prom? I was thinking about it but don't really know anyone.