Dearest Josh,
You won't get this until sometime on Thursday, but as I'm writing, it's Wednesday night. Perhaps you have managed to doze by now. Perhaps you are still socializing. Whatever the case may be, I hope your day went smoothly.
I'm sitting on my bed, tapping my monitor sporadically because it has what looks like the horizontal hold issues that the televisions we grew up with suffered from! And, just like an old TV, I find myself cursing and whacking it constantly so I can "get a picture."
The floorboards have been throbbing for hours with the weekly Spaz broadcast. It's like a fucking rave coming from the basement! Be grateful for the damn noisy dog; music by comparison. The pounding, along with the guest D.J.'s inane prattle and off key singing will continue for at least two more hours. No doubt, my headache will continue for hours afterward!
Oh God! Now she's rapping or doing some sort of poetry slam, again off key. This is truly one of the worst things I have ever heard! Take me now! :-P
You won't get this until sometime on Thursday, but as I'm writing, it's Wednesday night. Perhaps you have managed to doze by now. Perhaps you are still socializing. Whatever the case may be, I hope your day went smoothly.
I'm sitting on my bed, tapping my monitor sporadically because it has what looks like the horizontal hold issues that the televisions we grew up with suffered from! And, just like an old TV, I find myself cursing and whacking it constantly so I can "get a picture."
The floorboards have been throbbing for hours with the weekly Spaz broadcast. It's like a fucking rave coming from the basement! Be grateful for the damn noisy dog; music by comparison. The pounding, along with the guest D.J.'s inane prattle and off key singing will continue for at least two more hours. No doubt, my headache will continue for hours afterward!
Oh God! Now she's rapping or doing some sort of poetry slam, again off key. This is truly one of the worst things I have ever heard! Take me now! :-P
“Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own.”
― Robert A. Heinlein, Stranger in a Strange Land
I am going to try to send you "something" every day or maybe wait a few days in between if I "go long." It's just something I've been feeling compelled to do. Maybe you need it. I've been very faithful to my compulsions lately. My hope is that even if you are withdrawing you will read these messages and know that I am reaching out to you, even when you don't reach back! This one may be long because I've waited until the end of the day and my head is full.
“If I had a flower for every time I thought of you...I could walk through my garden forever.”
― Alfred Tennyson
I meant to send you something "inspiring" this morning. However, as usual, I didn't sleep at all last night, then fitfully, I managed a few hours of disturbing dream laden slumber this morning. I stayed in bed until almost 2pm in hopes that I would get a few more z's, but Banzai's loud voice pierced my peaceful morning, then the noon siren went off, shortly after, James cranked up The Cure, and someone in the hood had power tools going. The message was cleat. NO sleep for you mermaid!
Yes, I did look at craigslist ads for housing today. I can dream, can't I?
I want the scissors to be sharp and the table perfectly level when you cut me out of my life and paste me in that book you always carry.” ― Billy Collins
My whole day wasn't horrible. It had plenty of good productive moments. I have to be grateful for the people that love me! They temper life's frustrations and make sure I don't sink!
I've been thinking today about how nice it was to hear your voice last night. It was far from ideal. I probably interrupted you more than usual, partially because of the strange connection and poor sound quality but also because I was in such a stressed out head space. I find myself hyper-conscious of every time I talk over you. I don't mean to do it. It is so much easier in person. And, I don't know what is up with the dropping signal. This seems to be a thing in the evenings her now. Both Molly and I had problems with our phones here tonight. Even if it's not perfect I still enjoy chatting with you and especially so, when the conversation rambles all over the place.
I've been thinking today about how nice it was to hear your voice last night. It was far from ideal. I probably interrupted you more than usual, partially because of the strange connection and poor sound quality but also because I was in such a stressed out head space. I find myself hyper-conscious of every time I talk over you. I don't mean to do it. It is so much easier in person. And, I don't know what is up with the dropping signal. This seems to be a thing in the evenings her now. Both Molly and I had problems with our phones here tonight. Even if it's not perfect I still enjoy chatting with you and especially so, when the conversation rambles all over the place.
“A friend is someone who knows all about you and still loves you.” ― Elbert Hubbard
Since I mention her a lot, This is Molly!
Molly came to my rescue tonight, loaning me $20 for gas and BART fare. She drove me to fill up my gas can and to Trader Joe's to spend the last of my food stamps. I have milk for my coffee and, whaaaaaa? Black Currant juice! Can't wait to try that! It took us forever and a phone call to my friend Cross, who gave me the gas can, to figure out how to get the nozzle to open. After I got the gas in successfully, the car started right up! Crises averted!
In case you forgot, this is me ;-)
A teeny snippet of something I've been working on:
Can I trust you to close my open wings or will you watch me fall from the sky above
The risk is less to skim the shore and skirt the edge of the rule of love
You complicate the melody of the song that I've been trying to quiet
You lift it strong into the night 'til it beats the heart in every shadow
Until I know, I know, I know this bird; this bird must
And I know, I know, I know this bird; this bird will burst
Do you like?
Can I trust you to close my open wings or will you watch me fall from the sky above
The risk is less to skim the shore and skirt the edge of the rule of love
You complicate the melody of the song that I've been trying to quiet
You lift it strong into the night 'til it beats the heart in every shadow
Until I know, I know, I know this bird; this bird must
And I know, I know, I know this bird; this bird will burst
Do you like?
“I didn't discover curves; I only uncovered them.” ― Mae West
Since the first one was a tease, I suppose this is only fair.
Wishing you a Happy Thursday!
All My Best To You And my Booty too ;-)
-Lorelei
All My Best To You And my Booty too ;-)
-Lorelei
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