happy halloween!
i'm me this year.
i'm thinking that because my friend is in the shower and because i'm a junkie who's been going through withdrawal, i'll update twice within one twenty-four hour period...
exciting.
unfortunately, it doesn't give me the opportunity to go and read around.
i mean i COULD, but i don't because self-interest is more a priority, and don't we all know what that's like.
whatever.
therapy - i need it.
so, this morning in my email a friend of mine from dallas (if any of you remember the guy i dated in january that mom saw me at the altar with (freaky!) ... his name is brian. i made dinner for us on valentine's day. mmmmmm)
he sent me this quote by maynard james keenan.
Up until the mid twentieth century the mountain gorilla was considered a myth. Oddly enough, a legend not unlike bigfoot or the loch ness monster. The chance of actually seeing/experiencing this elusive shadow was as likely as finding one's soulmate.
Rare.
Precious.
Even once discovered they seemed unapproachable. The only way to get close to this magnificent creature was to become empathetic.
Abandon all pretense and preconceptions.
To bare an open throat.
To collapse into the arms of vulnerability.
All but extinct, these beings/moments are threatened by the black hearted.
The cold and oblivious.
The empty eyed profit seekers that overlook these
Rare
Precious
Moments.
so this is a little weird. he's only the second guy i've ever dated who's younger than me. i haven't heard from him since before i moved to new york.
the psychic told me yesterday something about an ex coming back into the picture. he also told me something about a younger guy - (insert spooky halloween, twilight zone music here)
yeah yeah yeah, let's just chalk coincidence up to premonition and someone else's intuition. blah blah blah.
it's just strange.
but the psychic was right on about my mistrust of men! and about how i'm disinterested. he sat there imitating me on the phone with someone ... it was so funny ...
i went because i hadn't been before. it was interesting.
interesting is not the highest compliment.
i'll take his reading sincerely and with a grain of salt
yesterday felt like three days.
when kara and i woke up we had breakfast and got dressed... jen met us up the street and us three proceeded to walk from a suburb of boston (brighton) all the way down to the river where we watched the crowds go wild and the red sox motor by in "duck boats" (they are vehicles that can be on land and water - duck!)...
then we continued walking downtown and got coffee and had lunch at this great seafood place where i indulged in a crab cake and some chower and mixed greens. i also had some yummy hot water with lemon and honey -
it was fab. then we went deeper into the city and roamed around some quaint little neighborhoods and got dessert and checked out some historic buildings and wandered through a cemetary and it was so great.
later we walked most of the way home and then got one of the cars and drove to jen's. i met many many cats and her roommates and we picked up enough smoke for a nice little spliff and went for dinner.
tapas! and sangria! we ate so much delicous food yesterday! and then had DESSERT AGAIN! (i also just had a canoli for breakfast. i crack myself up)
to ease our stomachs' pain, we walked to what kara calls "the summit" and smoked that joint i'd rolled. jen was starting to space out and decided she couldn't make decisions and so we just started to roll with it (as i enjoy doing)... this summit park is elevated and we could see the city lights and there was this grassy hill and trees and it was just so beautiful. my nose felt red and i couldn't stop smiling and the cold air was just good. it's so good.
we walked down the hill and kara and i simultaneously started hugging the trees and i got in one and let it cradle me and balanced on the low branches and laid back and swayed with it (i hadn't done that since my mo lived in her older house)... ah! so amazing.
so we spent another hour or so roaming around the city and then came back to kara's to drink the muscato she'd purchased earlier and watched "next stop wonderland" which is a romantic type movie taking place in BOSTON!
i just wanted to document the day.
we still have today, too. we're gonna get some highly recommended tex-mex (i SO miss mexican food, yo's - i will be eating el fenix and herrera's and don julio's and whatever else i can get my hands on in dallas when i come back soon) and then we'll walk more and i don't know what.
i could go for a cigarette right about now. i can't believe the habit is so disgusting right now. but i'll get over it. i'm rolling my own and it's fun. bali-shag!
blah blah blah.
i need to get dressed. i need to paste this entry into my other online journal so's i never can lose it.
on with the show!
i'm me this year.
i'm thinking that because my friend is in the shower and because i'm a junkie who's been going through withdrawal, i'll update twice within one twenty-four hour period...
exciting.
unfortunately, it doesn't give me the opportunity to go and read around.
i mean i COULD, but i don't because self-interest is more a priority, and don't we all know what that's like.
whatever.
therapy - i need it.
so, this morning in my email a friend of mine from dallas (if any of you remember the guy i dated in january that mom saw me at the altar with (freaky!) ... his name is brian. i made dinner for us on valentine's day. mmmmmm)
he sent me this quote by maynard james keenan.
Up until the mid twentieth century the mountain gorilla was considered a myth. Oddly enough, a legend not unlike bigfoot or the loch ness monster. The chance of actually seeing/experiencing this elusive shadow was as likely as finding one's soulmate.
Rare.
Precious.
Even once discovered they seemed unapproachable. The only way to get close to this magnificent creature was to become empathetic.
Abandon all pretense and preconceptions.
To bare an open throat.
To collapse into the arms of vulnerability.
All but extinct, these beings/moments are threatened by the black hearted.
The cold and oblivious.
The empty eyed profit seekers that overlook these
Rare
Precious
Moments.
so this is a little weird. he's only the second guy i've ever dated who's younger than me. i haven't heard from him since before i moved to new york.
the psychic told me yesterday something about an ex coming back into the picture. he also told me something about a younger guy - (insert spooky halloween, twilight zone music here)
yeah yeah yeah, let's just chalk coincidence up to premonition and someone else's intuition. blah blah blah.
it's just strange.
but the psychic was right on about my mistrust of men! and about how i'm disinterested. he sat there imitating me on the phone with someone ... it was so funny ...
i went because i hadn't been before. it was interesting.
interesting is not the highest compliment.
i'll take his reading sincerely and with a grain of salt
yesterday felt like three days.
when kara and i woke up we had breakfast and got dressed... jen met us up the street and us three proceeded to walk from a suburb of boston (brighton) all the way down to the river where we watched the crowds go wild and the red sox motor by in "duck boats" (they are vehicles that can be on land and water - duck!)...
then we continued walking downtown and got coffee and had lunch at this great seafood place where i indulged in a crab cake and some chower and mixed greens. i also had some yummy hot water with lemon and honey -
it was fab. then we went deeper into the city and roamed around some quaint little neighborhoods and got dessert and checked out some historic buildings and wandered through a cemetary and it was so great.
later we walked most of the way home and then got one of the cars and drove to jen's. i met many many cats and her roommates and we picked up enough smoke for a nice little spliff and went for dinner.
tapas! and sangria! we ate so much delicous food yesterday! and then had DESSERT AGAIN! (i also just had a canoli for breakfast. i crack myself up)
to ease our stomachs' pain, we walked to what kara calls "the summit" and smoked that joint i'd rolled. jen was starting to space out and decided she couldn't make decisions and so we just started to roll with it (as i enjoy doing)... this summit park is elevated and we could see the city lights and there was this grassy hill and trees and it was just so beautiful. my nose felt red and i couldn't stop smiling and the cold air was just good. it's so good.
we walked down the hill and kara and i simultaneously started hugging the trees and i got in one and let it cradle me and balanced on the low branches and laid back and swayed with it (i hadn't done that since my mo lived in her older house)... ah! so amazing.
so we spent another hour or so roaming around the city and then came back to kara's to drink the muscato she'd purchased earlier and watched "next stop wonderland" which is a romantic type movie taking place in BOSTON!
i just wanted to document the day.
we still have today, too. we're gonna get some highly recommended tex-mex (i SO miss mexican food, yo's - i will be eating el fenix and herrera's and don julio's and whatever else i can get my hands on in dallas when i come back soon) and then we'll walk more and i don't know what.
i could go for a cigarette right about now. i can't believe the habit is so disgusting right now. but i'll get over it. i'm rolling my own and it's fun. bali-shag!
blah blah blah.
i need to get dressed. i need to paste this entry into my other online journal so's i never can lose it.
on with the show!
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i've gotten about a year and some in a file somewhere. that took me foreeeeeever.