I'm back in pdx; it seems cold and damp and grey here now that i have been away. I'm glad I'm moving back to SF, I feel way more like myself there. I really miss the cholos and my un-pretentious, fashiony, wild friends and the unconscious contentment that just happens to me when I'm home. it's rough leaving all these people here who i love so much, but I think i have finally narrowed my friends down to those who are truly worth it, and I may not be good at using the telephone, but i visit lots and write great letters!
the last 24 hours have actually been really amazing though; I flew back from cali, met by the Boy at the airport, apricot roses in hand (the only colour of roses I actually like, by the way, it was his lucky guess). that was sweet. we ate diner food and had a Big Talk that ended well; knocked stuff over in my room, drank a bottle of fancy champagne that my awesome friend Jeremy gave us, got really stoned and watched Basquiat and knocked more stuff over, etc. It was really really nice to wake up next to him this morning.
but one of the damn chickens (lindsey) was making this horrendous noise in the backyard, so we had to get up earlyish and stay in bed doing it for a while. harsh.
then we ate the chicken's eggs for breakfast, that ought to show her! ha!
I don't want to pack.
But I must get started.
tell me about your best birthday ever.
the last 24 hours have actually been really amazing though; I flew back from cali, met by the Boy at the airport, apricot roses in hand (the only colour of roses I actually like, by the way, it was his lucky guess). that was sweet. we ate diner food and had a Big Talk that ended well; knocked stuff over in my room, drank a bottle of fancy champagne that my awesome friend Jeremy gave us, got really stoned and watched Basquiat and knocked more stuff over, etc. It was really really nice to wake up next to him this morning.
but one of the damn chickens (lindsey) was making this horrendous noise in the backyard, so we had to get up earlyish and stay in bed doing it for a while. harsh.
then we ate the chicken's eggs for breakfast, that ought to show her! ha!
I don't want to pack.
But I must get started.
tell me about your best birthday ever.
Nuckinya
will tell you about my best birthday ever, soon. Must go to bed now.
Not the best, but the most memorable birthday party ever was number 7 or so when I sliced open my throat in the middle of it after tripping and landing on some rusty gears in motion. My dad taped a towel to my neck and told me to go back out and have fun. I got lots of stitches in it after the party. Several hours later. Being from Texas rules.