so i'm not in dallas.
why?
well. mainly because the first plane i was supposed to be on was hit by a truck.
don't ask. i really don't know how that happened.
and after that. my flights kept getting cancelled. one after the other. and i finally got one that wasn't cancelled. (yet.) but. thing is. for a few days before i left. and on the way there. and once i got there. and all day at the airport.
it didn't feel right.
somehow.
i don't know. so. i went to have a cigarette and as i was doing so, beck's parents walked by. and i banged on the window. and decided. to wait on beck's plane. and go home with her.
i feel better here. some thing about it. jules is watching.
so beck and burn and i went to lurk on jules tonight. we sat on her and gave her red wine, although. we drank more than our share. (sorry, julesy. we can't get you drunk.) and danced on her. and hollered at the moon.
(yes. i said 'hollered'. bite me.)
we also went down to where she was hit, where the cross was and rubber-banded roses to the cross. we perched on the guard rail and smoked three cigarettes and flicked them towards the road where the cox boy lives. and left.
and here are some pictures we took for the fuck of it. (yeah, it's a webcam and bad lighting. sue us.) because we did not pass each other in the air. and because we are here together. ha ha.
said the fates.
of which there are only two.
and one. one could be laughing. but we know, at least- that she is most definitely watching.
and there we are. i look real damned happy in one. snicker. and then. we decided. straight-faces were needed. and then not. and then. there was burn. who's been quiet. but lovely.
i <3 beck being here. and especially mel being here at the same time.
why?
well. mainly because the first plane i was supposed to be on was hit by a truck.
don't ask. i really don't know how that happened.
and after that. my flights kept getting cancelled. one after the other. and i finally got one that wasn't cancelled. (yet.) but. thing is. for a few days before i left. and on the way there. and once i got there. and all day at the airport.
it didn't feel right.
somehow.
i don't know. so. i went to have a cigarette and as i was doing so, beck's parents walked by. and i banged on the window. and decided. to wait on beck's plane. and go home with her.
i feel better here. some thing about it. jules is watching.
so beck and burn and i went to lurk on jules tonight. we sat on her and gave her red wine, although. we drank more than our share. (sorry, julesy. we can't get you drunk.) and danced on her. and hollered at the moon.
(yes. i said 'hollered'. bite me.)
we also went down to where she was hit, where the cross was and rubber-banded roses to the cross. we perched on the guard rail and smoked three cigarettes and flicked them towards the road where the cox boy lives. and left.
and here are some pictures we took for the fuck of it. (yeah, it's a webcam and bad lighting. sue us.) because we did not pass each other in the air. and because we are here together. ha ha.
said the fates.
of which there are only two.
and one. one could be laughing. but we know, at least- that she is most definitely watching.
and there we are. i look real damned happy in one. snicker. and then. we decided. straight-faces were needed. and then not. and then. there was burn. who's been quiet. but lovely.
i <3 beck being here. and especially mel being here at the same time.