and so i return home, leaving the picnic and the apnea, the moral soldier and the annie segall. sigh. it feels so wonderful to be at home, in my own bed, in a familiar place... but so bittersweet at the same time. i miss you guys, my handful of houston loving.
i hate flying... i stared out the portal at a slash of pink that gave way to turbulent clouds... the man next to me crossed himself and we were off... i clutched the seat terrified and couldnt pull my eyes away from the wing...
blinking lights to keep me sane, the air roiling beneath us and the wind chasing us home.
home.
josh, as much as i loved your couch, it is no match for my bed.
interesting benni facts:
in general my short term memory is crap, but if i drive somewhere once, i will remember how to get there forever.
i have never broken any bones.
gummy bears make me ill.
i am strangely at peace tonight... and now, to shave my legs.
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-- my long term memory is great. short term, not so much.
-- it sucks to be old. i've seriously broken my wrist (4 months ago), shattered my elbow (well, the thugs that stomped me shattered it), and have healed stress fractures in my feet from running.
-- gin used to make me throw up. now it's the odor of sweet-and-sour pork that does the trick.
-- if you invited me over, i'd shave your legs for you. we'd have a long hot soak in the tub to boot.
[Edited on Dec 10, 2004 11:12PM]