Saturday at 2:55pm by the Kakadu stage.
I'm going to be a happy gurrrl.
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Friday, September 24, 2010
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Chasing Amy
You know, I didn't just heed what I was taught, men and women should be together, it's the natural way, that kind of thing. I'm not with you because of what family, society, life tried to instill in me from day one. The way the world is, how seldom it is that you meet that one person who just *gets* you - it's so rare. My parents didn't really have it. There were no examples set for me in the world of male-female relationships. And to cut oneself off from finding that person, to immediately halve your options by eliminating the possibility of finding that one person within your own gender, that just seemed stupid to me. So I didn't. But then you came along. You, the one least likely. I mean, you were a guy.
And while I was falling for you I put a ceiling on that, because you *were* a guy. Until I remembered why I opened the door to women in the first place: to not limit the likelihood of finding that one person who'd complement me so completely. So here we are. I was thorough when I looked for you. And I feel justified lying in your arms, 'cause I got here on my own terms, and I have no question there was some place I didn't look. And for me that makes all the difference.
And while I was falling for you I put a ceiling on that, because you *were* a guy. Until I remembered why I opened the door to women in the first place: to not limit the likelihood of finding that one person who'd complement me so completely. So here we are. I was thorough when I looked for you. And I feel justified lying in your arms, 'cause I got here on my own terms, and I have no question there was some place I didn't look. And for me that makes all the difference.
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Hip hip hooray
Saturday, September 18, 2010
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Monday, September 13, 2010
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Saturday, September 11, 2010
Just scribbles
"There was a modern chandelier above us, light spilling across our faces and dancing off the mirrors in the restaurant.
It wasn't fancy or romantic. It was us. It was breakfast.
He slurped a cappuccino with two sugars enthusiastically. Realized it was too hot.
I never got sick of that look. Legitimate surprise.
Surprise that I had new underwear on.
Surprise that I woke up in time for boxing.
Surprise that I got him his favourite candy.
Surprise that I visited him at work.
Surprise that I cooked him dinner that was edible.
Surprise that I got out of bed before mid-day.
Surprise to see the scars.
His tongue coiled, his eyes glued shut.
'Thuckkkkkkkk' he mouthed at me, which I assumed was a fumbled cry of pain from a ruined tongue.
I tried to stifle a smile from behind my vanilla milkshake. It didn't matter how old I was, my tastes were never going to mature beyond blended milk and ice-cream.
We would spend the day watching movies, probably ones that he liked.
I didn't mind.
I loved him."
This is just what I found inside my soul.
It wasn't fancy or romantic. It was us. It was breakfast.
He slurped a cappuccino with two sugars enthusiastically. Realized it was too hot.
I never got sick of that look. Legitimate surprise.
Surprise that I had new underwear on.
Surprise that I woke up in time for boxing.
Surprise that I got him his favourite candy.
Surprise that I visited him at work.
Surprise that I cooked him dinner that was edible.
Surprise that I got out of bed before mid-day.
Surprise to see the scars.
His tongue coiled, his eyes glued shut.
'Thuckkkkkkkk' he mouthed at me, which I assumed was a fumbled cry of pain from a ruined tongue.
I tried to stifle a smile from behind my vanilla milkshake. It didn't matter how old I was, my tastes were never going to mature beyond blended milk and ice-cream.
We would spend the day watching movies, probably ones that he liked.
I didn't mind.
I loved him."
This is just what I found inside my soul.
Friday, September 10, 2010
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
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