Jan. 31st, 2005

emchy: (Default)
today brain has left body
anyone attempting to actually talk to me
please be patient
it is just taking me
a little longer than usual

tax return

Jan. 31st, 2005 10:35 am
emchy: (Default)
I have never gotten my tax refund so fast in my life
discover loves me for giving them the majority of the $$$
and it feels really nice - to go from the panic of that first of the month, pay the rent and the bills and then scrounge for $ for rice, to paying all of the bills for the whole month, kicking some extra money to the credit debt, and sitting back with the tiniest of cushions to feel a little comfortable.

of course - what got me into this trouble, the little voice says, i deserve some treats... haven't had a haircut in a year, haven't bought new shoes (despite some serious shoe lust) in over six months, haven't gotten new clothes since the Oct trip to Portland, I want to go shopping so badly that I can taste it. Hmmmm, maybe at the least I should be allowed a haircut...
emchy: (innocent in graceland)
yesterday the lady looked at me and said "wouldn't it be great to just leave, right now, and go to new orleans? get some greasy breakfast and then go top it off with beignets?"
and it got my mind whirling, and this morning i can't quite get the big easy out of my head. dreaming of hot and humid, august weather, so hot you can barely move, just lie around and sweat and smell the jasmine and the wet air steaming up off of the ferns on every balcony. drinking cold frosty beers, cold frosty hurricanes, cold frosty oysters and hot fried catfish and all you can do in this heat is sweat and drink and dream. once it is dark the sun at least eases up and then there are the midnight walks down to the marigny, over near armstrong park, into the shadows for the real queer bars, with the tribe that looks more like me and less like castro clones amended with southern accents and transplanted to Oz in the quarter.

i want to lie on a wrought iron balcony and be drunk talking to the lady, talking to final_girl, talking to the pal, talking to NY boy, talking to Judi and Sean and so many many people* that I love and smoking and just revelling, revelling, revelling in how much there is to say and for once - how it feels like there is enough time to play, enough time to linger and enough time to say it all.

*just because you aren't name checked, don't think you're not at this party, cuz you are

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