ashen_crib

y'know it's really surprising how i can do 1 or 2 "to do" things and feel like i've just conquered a small country full of bright bubbly indigenous natives.

being with my baby makes my heart sing. it also makes me unapologetically sappy. and poetic. and horny.

finally called aol off my ass. luckily i wasn't charged anything for not cancelling a 3 year old...
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i've been in the mood to write lately. not really sure why. sometimes it just bubbles outta me and i have no recourse but relay the mad ramblings to paper. luckily for me i have friends who are similarily obsessed. i may be crazy but i'm not alone. hee he hee

listening to fiona helps. such beautiful lyrics set to jazz-a-rific piano transforms this melancholie...
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last night mommie came out to play with her favorite toy: me. as we watched movies and smoked she fished (out of thin air it seems) my baby binky and fed it to me till i was suckling contentedly as she watched michael douglas and glenn close get intimate. once i overcame my initial surprise i quickly felt my masculinity slide away as i began...
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have been more productive today than i have in a long time. this weekend it's all about washing, sorting, and throwing shit away.

today i taught myself how to re-sew a button onto my new skirt. i feel proud even though it's a small thing. it's something i had never tried before so i'll take the small victories.

at least the floor is walkable again....
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i am so in love. she fractures into a thousand sobs and giggles. she is my pet, my prima-donna, my peasant, my parishoner, my perfect pleasure, my porn queen, my property, my pal, my playful puppy, my promise to keep. she is everything and i love surprising her with love.

today was a good day. went and had lunch over at her office and met...
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okay. so i've been here for a few days. today rita, nicole's mother, has dropped by to do the dishes. it's easy to hitchhike on her zealous energy and do a bit of unpacking myself. at least the living room doesn't look like so much of a warzone anymore. yay! tonight we eat out at the cheesecake factory. i hope it goes well. i'm trying...
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well it's 24 short hours to D-day!!!!!!

emotions are high and the air is charged with love and change. my apartment is empty. obviously by this post my computer won't be taken down and packed until the last second. hehe.

my baby is struggling through her last day of work before he wonderful weeklong vacation with her favorite person.......ME!

yay. i love being loved and...
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ok. so the salvation army is swinging on by thursday to pick up my couch, my microwave, some boots, and other donatables. yay! things getting done even when i have a hangover. ooof.

but. pot + beer + flashy diva queens letting me cop a feel.. = mucho fun all night. weeeee!

it's so funny how some women change around you when they find out...
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first things first:

NEWS BITS//

1.)read ellegirl on the bus from 51st AVE to 7th ST

2.)i love and am loved

3.)cage is coming to my going away pancake massacre!

4.)"busty cops" is 33.8% downloaded

5.)jess and co. are coming to relieve me of my superflous material possessions.

HOKAY...
**puff puff**
so it's 13 days till california claims my flesh and tucks it neatly into...
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well have another box done plus my cd collection and tapes and such. i think i'm going to get going on my video collection. i need to get smaller boxes tomorrow from BASHAS or something. hmmmm.

rasputina is good moving music. yummm. my baby is busy relaxing with her friend and i think after i work a bit more i'll get to relaxing myself.

feels...
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one box is mostly full...hoping that i'm packing not too heavy for my girlfriend. or myself for that matter. remember...three flights of stairs. taking a quick lunch break with pizza hut goodness.

hanging out with beth at 6pm. we are going to the coffee plantation. hope that goes well.

i'll update more on the packing. WEEE!

preface to a scene:/:

an anonymous girls bathroom is dimly lit by a dying sun that shamefully slinks in through high, vertical windows. in between the heavily scrawled walls of the last stall two schoolgirls are busy scraping pleasure out of a worthless day. manicured fingers adding more chicken-scratches to the cool and unfeeling plastic cell they fumble around in. the violence is desperate and...
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