obsidity

Things were looking a little grim for your intrepid partier...
I woke up at 8pm after not gettting to sleep until around 4... really no drugs, honestly! Truly! And a little unfortunately, bcse when I was woken by my dad who was inviting me to a party, I was so out of it I had no ability to even understand the prospect of leaving the house. My bro and I had plans but I called him and he was tired too, so I was going to stay at home and I felt like such a lame ass... but in the state of sleepiness I was in the concept of boarding public trans was an ordeal I could not face.
Pop to the rescue!! He came back and picked me up and we went to a party his friends were throwing and that was fun. People were really drunk and I got a few of them to pose with my sign.
I called my sacto boy...at my midnight ...and then there were stupid drunkards(surprise) all around me and I couldn't tell if I connected and then the call didn't seem to go through and all in all I think I called him four times and he picked up and he was all sleepy and I could tell he had just gotten his baby boy to sleep and I felt so bad! I told him "sorry sorry" and explained that I couldn't tell what was going on and all. But I felt soooooo baaaaaad.

But, of course,I have been thinking about him since then. The touch of his lips on mine and the warmth of his sleeping body in bed and I wished I was there. uh, hm. I still want that.
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Am I just a crybaby, or did "whale rider" make you fucking weep for all that is wrong in this world? Yes, the feminist angle is rad, and yes the induction into a not often talked about culture is beautiful, as is the family connection. But the whales. For fuck's sake, am I the only only one that completely breaks down and bawls at the sight of beached whales? My heart breaks, breaks breaks for all that is diminished by our silly consumptive, self centered, modern world. And I pray that there is some redemption.
Happy New YEAR!!!


oh yeah. um...