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[Sep. 29th, 2008|10:06 pm] |
So.. guess i'm here now. Things have been dull. I cut my hair. I missed Renfair. I went to a crazy goth-industrial party at some West Village shitbox and it was pretty fun.
Beth is standing behind me. Hi beth. ;D
She's getting cups for booze and I lost my train of thought. We were reading "Choke" in the car. I liked having her read it. There's something about the content I think that wouldn't exactly 'roll off my tongue' but I like it when she says it. It's okay. It's fine. It's actually better than that, but I know she's probably going to try to read this and I don't want her to think i'm a creep for enjoying hearing her read hetero-psudo-erotica. xD Oh well fuck I said it.
Beth just ran in eating toast. She forgot the cups. It's adorable... but I still roll my eyes and it makes me smile because it's totally okay when she does it in moderation.
I miss writing... like, not about life-dribble or musings. I miss ![[info]](https://www.scribbld.com/img/userinfo.gif) subflavor with all of its insanity, intoxication on some usual level [more times than not hah]) and mega underlying life elements that are some blur between inside jokes and "you had to be there"s. It was- eh something about derailing in some life, metaphoric, literal sense because Beth made too much noise and I forgot what I was thinking...
...it's all probably apripoe anyway.
It pains me to end here but maybe this is just another beginning or some other cliche concept or douchebag fuckery.
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