today i hooped in the sun with really really really nice people for some hours and got bruises all over my legs trying to accomplish hooping feats. and last night, oh last night. can't describe.
tonight the ants were in yoko's food. i cleaned them all out and cleaned her dish and the floor but now she's being a primadonna and pawing around everything all delicate and tentative because the floor is wet and smells like cleanser. she's so perfect. when i first got my cat i used to write poems for her. she brings me such joy. her soft fluffy white belly.
zzz.
tonight the ants were in yoko's food. i cleaned them all out and cleaned her dish and the floor but now she's being a primadonna and pawing around everything all delicate and tentative because the floor is wet and smells like cleanser. she's so perfect. when i first got my cat i used to write poems for her. she brings me such joy. her soft fluffy white belly.
zzz.
I want to hang out with you again when it's not time for me to dance or HBO time... If you are ever in L.A., I want to hang out.