The woman's been gone for five days now. She's been down in Atlanta at some pagan retreat... dancing naked with pagans, I guess... I don't really know what they do.
What blows my mind is she's there with a former sorority sister. Can you believe that? It's like a bad movie. As a matter of fact, I think there was some movie about a sorority/coven of witches.
Huh... Once again I find my life ressembling a bad movie.
Anyway, so yeah, it's times like these, when I'm missing my little pagan, that I realize how much I care about her, and at the same time wonder how the Hell it is we get along so well.
It's not that I'm born again or anything, but let's just say that I am the kind of guy who doesn't really believe that there was a need for the word "sarong." It's a dress, period. Even if your a man, it's still a dress. Not a sarong. And hey, if you want to wear that dress, go right ahead. Hell, maybe someday I'll have dropped enough acid to want to try it myself, but I hope I have the guts to say "Yes! I'm wearing a dress!"
Hmm. That was an unexpected tangent. Anyway, to recap: looking forward to the girl's return. Worried that she might be bringing me a sarong.
What blows my mind is she's there with a former sorority sister. Can you believe that? It's like a bad movie. As a matter of fact, I think there was some movie about a sorority/coven of witches.
Huh... Once again I find my life ressembling a bad movie.
Anyway, so yeah, it's times like these, when I'm missing my little pagan, that I realize how much I care about her, and at the same time wonder how the Hell it is we get along so well.
It's not that I'm born again or anything, but let's just say that I am the kind of guy who doesn't really believe that there was a need for the word "sarong." It's a dress, period. Even if your a man, it's still a dress. Not a sarong. And hey, if you want to wear that dress, go right ahead. Hell, maybe someday I'll have dropped enough acid to want to try it myself, but I hope I have the guts to say "Yes! I'm wearing a dress!"
Hmm. That was an unexpected tangent. Anyway, to recap: looking forward to the girl's return. Worried that she might be bringing me a sarong.
xlaurax:
My best friend lived across the street from some people who celebrated May Day there were men in dresses, fat women in little dresses and a May pole, it looked like a scene from Wicker Man. creepy
