so...
it was my birthday...still haven't gotten my birthday sex
"black" and i drove down to sf
we read the heart is deceitful above all things or whatever its called to eachother on the way down
i broke the handle on the driver's side window which =s no smoking while driving
you can guess how much i liked that...
we got a ding in our windshield
we zipped our new cute matching sleeping bags together in petaluma and crashed
i awoke to my adoreable punk/artist/poet/rad aunt and uncle bringing me things they wanted me to see...
and have
some of my aunts new paintings of ted kennedy they are fabulous
a couple t-shirts with my uncle's work that i've been wearing versions of since 4th grade...
my great-grandfather's (that i never met) copy of one of Celine's books... but he told me to read journey to the end of the night first... which i started...uhm a compilation of some of my uncle's writing...and coffee
we got back in the car to drive to a museum. it is a private collection... the di rosa...its on a nature reserve...appointment only...9:15 we are lost and late...i called them...i'd been there before but all we could find were farms in sonoma...so... we re-booked for 11:55 or something...which meant we had to cancel lunch plans (which were at skywalker ranch, which "black" hadn't seen before)... we LOVED the museum...there was a lot i didn't like but it was all worth it because i discovered a painter that i loved...
ok...gotta stop...later...more...x
it was my birthday...still haven't gotten my birthday sex
"black" and i drove down to sf
we read the heart is deceitful above all things or whatever its called to eachother on the way down
i broke the handle on the driver's side window which =s no smoking while driving
you can guess how much i liked that...
we got a ding in our windshield
we zipped our new cute matching sleeping bags together in petaluma and crashed
i awoke to my adoreable punk/artist/poet/rad aunt and uncle bringing me things they wanted me to see...
and have
some of my aunts new paintings of ted kennedy they are fabulous
a couple t-shirts with my uncle's work that i've been wearing versions of since 4th grade...
my great-grandfather's (that i never met) copy of one of Celine's books... but he told me to read journey to the end of the night first... which i started...uhm a compilation of some of my uncle's writing...and coffee
we got back in the car to drive to a museum. it is a private collection... the di rosa...its on a nature reserve...appointment only...9:15 we are lost and late...i called them...i'd been there before but all we could find were farms in sonoma...so... we re-booked for 11:55 or something...which meant we had to cancel lunch plans (which were at skywalker ranch, which "black" hadn't seen before)... we LOVED the museum...there was a lot i didn't like but it was all worth it because i discovered a painter that i loved...
ok...gotta stop...later...more...x
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boojiboy:
is black here yet?
mtlqueen:
I feel like I was in the back seat the entire time... I love reading your journal. 
's and birthday cyber 69, babe.
's and birthday cyber 69, babe.