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what a funny weekend
had myself planned to the gills and then after the open mic on friday - aside from the errand running of seeing people grocery shopping etc, i have barely left the house. art applications and being helpful and dog sitting and painting the bedroom and cleaning out closets and it is not the end of the weekend and i really want a day off.
drove by the guerilla femme beer bust today - but i saw no comrades outside and was rushing a little so it was only a drive by with well wished thoughts. took a treat to the friend who always makes me laugh and hung out briefly for a typing / brainstorming break before coming back home to retype papers into the machine for the lady - since the day job has taught me to type much faster than she.
this week seems deceptively slower
not sure if it really is yet. tuesday and thursday are spoken for...
i want more walks in the woods. i want more playing hooky. i want more conversations where there is a lot of eye contact and i talk about real shit and not random pleasantries. i want more long slow neck kisses. i want more smells of dark spring soil erupting with green shoots that smell like morning. i want more shots of whisky or tequila with pals and i wish there was a damn river in this town to go drink red wine at 3am with pals and watch the water rush by - looking for something while we talk about music and art and crushes and dream and people we love who have hurt us and people we hurt who love us.
i want to go to new orleans and eat rich food and be drunk a lot and write on street corners where it is so warm that my journal is wet with human condensation from my back pocket. i want to ejoy myself and play. i want to go swing at alamo square park until my stomach and legs hurt and then lay back with you on the damp grass which feels cool on our sweaty backs and watch the city turn gold from the sunset.
i want a lot of things. this was a good weekend. it was a necessary weekend. but soon. maybe even right now. i want a little or maybe a lot... more.
had myself planned to the gills and then after the open mic on friday - aside from the errand running of seeing people grocery shopping etc, i have barely left the house. art applications and being helpful and dog sitting and painting the bedroom and cleaning out closets and it is not the end of the weekend and i really want a day off.
drove by the guerilla femme beer bust today - but i saw no comrades outside and was rushing a little so it was only a drive by with well wished thoughts. took a treat to the friend who always makes me laugh and hung out briefly for a typing / brainstorming break before coming back home to retype papers into the machine for the lady - since the day job has taught me to type much faster than she.
this week seems deceptively slower
not sure if it really is yet. tuesday and thursday are spoken for...
i want more walks in the woods. i want more playing hooky. i want more conversations where there is a lot of eye contact and i talk about real shit and not random pleasantries. i want more long slow neck kisses. i want more smells of dark spring soil erupting with green shoots that smell like morning. i want more shots of whisky or tequila with pals and i wish there was a damn river in this town to go drink red wine at 3am with pals and watch the water rush by - looking for something while we talk about music and art and crushes and dream and people we love who have hurt us and people we hurt who love us.
i want to go to new orleans and eat rich food and be drunk a lot and write on street corners where it is so warm that my journal is wet with human condensation from my back pocket. i want to ejoy myself and play. i want to go swing at alamo square park until my stomach and legs hurt and then lay back with you on the damp grass which feels cool on our sweaty backs and watch the city turn gold from the sunset.
i want a lot of things. this was a good weekend. it was a necessary weekend. but soon. maybe even right now. i want a little or maybe a lot... more.
