it was SO hot today! it's supposed to be hot again tomorrow - i want to go to the beach again, but get there earlier than 4 in the afternoon. laze in the sun all day. read a book. etc. i think i need to dye my hair black. i think that freckled tannish girls with black hair are hot. i'd like to be one of them. is black hair conservativeish? would it be ok for getting a job, do you think?
there are thin wispy streaks of cloud in the sky tonight. it makes it look like a freeze-frame of a very dim auroura borealis - no yellow or blue, but pink and purple. beautiful. there are little restless birds chirping, as though begging their parents to stay up just a little later.
i love japanese maple trees. we have a little one in our front yard, and i was watching it, midday yesterday. the tops of the leaves are burgundy and waxy, like yesterday's merlot in the bottom of a forgotten glass. when the sun hits the tops of the leaves, nothing really happens. but if the leaf turns, it suddenly catches fire and glows deeply red. it was breezy, so ripples of dark translucent light were tiger-striping the tree. i commented on the phenomenon to my housemate, who said that he had never noticed it before. i forget sometimes that people don't notice things like that.
i shaved my legs the other day, and i've been enjoying how smooth they are. i have one of those soft fuzzy insulating blankets, and when i got into bed last night i just about fell off of the edge because the blanket on my legs felt so nice. it's great how sometimes just wearing clothes and walking and moving causes such a great tactile response.
i went to a mexican restaurant and drank two margaritas this afternoon. they were reallly tasty. i ate lots of chips and guacamole and talked about war. i don't understand war, in a strange way. as a debater, i understand the need for deterrents and consequences in diplomacy. but emotionally, i can't deal with the fact that people kill people for strange remote tactical reasons. i could not do it. simply could not. i think i would turn a gun on myself before i would be an effective soldier, just because i couldn't handle the guilt. but anyway. then i went back home and promptly fell asleep on the warm brown couch. woke up sleepy-eyed, hair especially tousled, and really sweaty.
i'm going to go to sleep now, i think. or within the hour, at least.
i wish i had some champagne. or sparkling pear cider. something that wonderful tawny color, with bubbles. we had a bottle of half-flat seltzer water that i poured down the sink today. i poured it over my hand, and felt the tiny bubbles pop. i think that someday i'd like to take a bath in seltzer water or champagne. i don't ask for much, you see. just the height of luxury.
*stands en pointe*
*raises hands above head*
*keeps one hand above the head as i blow a kiss*
*kicks leg out*
*swings leg, sending my body into a fast twirl*
*keeps twirling faster and faster until i begin to burn the floor, generating smoke*
*when the smoke clears, mei is gone*
there are thin wispy streaks of cloud in the sky tonight. it makes it look like a freeze-frame of a very dim auroura borealis - no yellow or blue, but pink and purple. beautiful. there are little restless birds chirping, as though begging their parents to stay up just a little later.
i love japanese maple trees. we have a little one in our front yard, and i was watching it, midday yesterday. the tops of the leaves are burgundy and waxy, like yesterday's merlot in the bottom of a forgotten glass. when the sun hits the tops of the leaves, nothing really happens. but if the leaf turns, it suddenly catches fire and glows deeply red. it was breezy, so ripples of dark translucent light were tiger-striping the tree. i commented on the phenomenon to my housemate, who said that he had never noticed it before. i forget sometimes that people don't notice things like that.
i shaved my legs the other day, and i've been enjoying how smooth they are. i have one of those soft fuzzy insulating blankets, and when i got into bed last night i just about fell off of the edge because the blanket on my legs felt so nice. it's great how sometimes just wearing clothes and walking and moving causes such a great tactile response.
i went to a mexican restaurant and drank two margaritas this afternoon. they were reallly tasty. i ate lots of chips and guacamole and talked about war. i don't understand war, in a strange way. as a debater, i understand the need for deterrents and consequences in diplomacy. but emotionally, i can't deal with the fact that people kill people for strange remote tactical reasons. i could not do it. simply could not. i think i would turn a gun on myself before i would be an effective soldier, just because i couldn't handle the guilt. but anyway. then i went back home and promptly fell asleep on the warm brown couch. woke up sleepy-eyed, hair especially tousled, and really sweaty.
i'm going to go to sleep now, i think. or within the hour, at least.
i wish i had some champagne. or sparkling pear cider. something that wonderful tawny color, with bubbles. we had a bottle of half-flat seltzer water that i poured down the sink today. i poured it over my hand, and felt the tiny bubbles pop. i think that someday i'd like to take a bath in seltzer water or champagne. i don't ask for much, you see. just the height of luxury.
*stands en pointe*
*raises hands above head*
*keeps one hand above the head as i blow a kiss*
*kicks leg out*
*swings leg, sending my body into a fast twirl*
*keeps twirling faster and faster until i begin to burn the floor, generating smoke*
*when the smoke clears, mei is gone*
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the champange is always cold
for the time you drop by
Having been on most sides of the experience several times in life -- I've been drunken kisser, drunken kissee, and I've been the significant other of the drunken kisser and the drunken kissee -- I'd probably tell him, especially if it's bothering you not to. Things like this happen after a few drinks.
As a man, when I've been told about the event later by my girl, I've been touched ... this more than anything else ... by the fact that she felt it was big enough to mention. As if even the appearance of unfaithfulness, or the slightest fear of hurting me (should I be told by someone else) was something that must be dealt with up front.
Of course a lot of it -- most of it -- has to do with your relationship with the boy. I've also been in situations where the person doing the "drunken, irresponsible, meant-nothing" kissing ... whether it was me or her ... was really doing something he or she would like to be doing on a regular basis, because of less than complete happiness with the current partner. I think a person has to pick that up from other cues, within himself/herself and by signals from the other person. They're hard to miss.
The above may be 1.5 cents worth.
[Edited on Jun 10, 2003]