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Monday, November 29, 2004
error on page well what a satisfying weekend that was, yes indeed.
catching up with the long ago company of an old friend. a friend i thought once upon a time to have died, disappeared, dissolved into the (ether). only to find years later her alive and well and loving in new zealand and breastfeeding a small creature. a creature who now has curls that could kill and toes whose cuteness can only be bitten.
and then of course the unexpected cancellation of saturday's plans of being superbusy, thus resulting in the last minute opportunity to fuck my lover all day long. all day long until of course the reality of work dawned true and what could i do but reduce my passion to a simmer, and travel to the other side of town and clock on -- and tooo bored to live i joined the land of blog.
and what is a great weekend without a family get together?
when the fat revolting husbands (obligatory) of the actual family friends (invited) open their mouths (with cockduster mustaches and yet completely unaware of the irony tempering their homophobic mumblings) and guzzling their foothigh lunchplate mistake wasabi for avocado... then erupt into cataclysmic screams of torture, which fade quickly (briefly) to embarrassment, then finally to machismo (eating more wasabi) -- what could be finer?
or other fat drunk revolting obligatory husbands return from a sudden sprint to the toilet only to return with the shame of incontinence. They cry, "those taps in there went crazy!" but the teenagers don't buy it, insead they dive for their digital cameras and wrestle the hideous creature into submission in order to photograph his crotch and show it to everyone, ever.
which they did, while mum (the birthday girl) was left to clean the piss off the bathroom floor. i mean, if you pissed yourself at a party, in the daytime, would you just leave a puddle? or does it sound like something you did when you were 6 and it has haunted you ever since? (and now you're still a loser but at least you get mail from Landmark Forum) Anyway that was the final blow, so not long after the laughter had turned to embarrassmed pity the remaining guests took their leave.
happy birthday Po. missing you and loving you and looking forward to partying with you in 2 weeks. what happend to you this year? saturn return was not the brown baby boy you gave birth to a year ago today? its been a year of lots of... moving i suppose, and who knows what else. i have spoken to you exactly none since i saw you in Sydney last, what, fuckin JUNE? that suck eggs. ~~dissappear everywhere and watch me pull my lips apart, exploit inspire encourage be responsible for this~~yeah so thats a thing i suppose.
error on page well what a satisfying weekend that was, yes indeed.
catching up with the long ago company of an old friend. a friend i thought once upon a time to have died, disappeared, dissolved into the (ether). only to find years later her alive and well and loving in new zealand and breastfeeding a small creature. a creature who now has curls that could kill and toes whose cuteness can only be bitten.
and then of course the unexpected cancellation of saturday's plans of being superbusy, thus resulting in the last minute opportunity to fuck my lover all day long. all day long until of course the reality of work dawned true and what could i do but reduce my passion to a simmer, and travel to the other side of town and clock on -- and tooo bored to live i joined the land of blog.
and what is a great weekend without a family get together?
when the fat revolting husbands (obligatory) of the actual family friends (invited) open their mouths (with cockduster mustaches and yet completely unaware of the irony tempering their homophobic mumblings) and guzzling their foothigh lunchplate mistake wasabi for avocado... then erupt into cataclysmic screams of torture, which fade quickly (briefly) to embarrassment, then finally to machismo (eating more wasabi) -- what could be finer?
or other fat drunk revolting obligatory husbands return from a sudden sprint to the toilet only to return with the shame of incontinence. They cry, "those taps in there went crazy!" but the teenagers don't buy it, insead they dive for their digital cameras and wrestle the hideous creature into submission in order to photograph his crotch and show it to everyone, ever.
which they did, while mum (the birthday girl) was left to clean the piss off the bathroom floor. i mean, if you pissed yourself at a party, in the daytime, would you just leave a puddle? or does it sound like something you did when you were 6 and it has haunted you ever since? (and now you're still a loser but at least you get mail from Landmark Forum) Anyway that was the final blow, so not long after the laughter had turned to embarrassmed pity the remaining guests took their leave.
happy birthday Po. missing you and loving you and looking forward to partying with you in 2 weeks. what happend to you this year? saturn return was not the brown baby boy you gave birth to a year ago today? its been a year of lots of... moving i suppose, and who knows what else. i have spoken to you exactly none since i saw you in Sydney last, what, fuckin JUNE? that suck eggs. ~~dissappear everywhere and watch me pull my lips apart, exploit inspire encourage be responsible for this~~yeah so thats a thing i suppose.
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