November & everything after.

I’m gonna reap the seeds I’ve sewn.

GIRL SPACES

Recently a lot of guys have been saying that they like the space between girls legs; the air between your thighs if you girls stand with your feet together. They find that sexy. I don’t really understand it, but I do understand how some spaces are a turn on.

Like your back dimples. I like to lay my fingers flat inside those dimples when we are hugging and I weasel my hands under your shirt. It’s like a carton of Q-Tips.

And your teeth gap. I know sometimes you pieces of bread and tacos stuck in there, but its worth it, isn’t it, to have a smile like that.

And your tiny ears. I like to feel your earlobes. They remind me of horse noses. Its a similar feel. And when I breathe into your ear holes you get all tickled and you close your eyes and squirm. Okay, I’ll stop that, even though I know you don’t want me to.

And in between all the fingers you’ve got. I don’t like to hold just anybody’s hand, but you got a real nice fit on me and we can hold hands for a long time without getting really sweaty palms. But lets not hold hands through the whole movie.

And your mouth hole. I’m just gonna ram all my tongue in there and we will have the same spit together and I will love you forever, I don’t care if you smoke or love tuna.

And I guess its good you have a bum crack because webbed bums are a turn off for me.

November 28

Best day.

Good morning wake up with singing and dancing and no glasses and slipping and falling. Don’t you give me that look. GIVE ME THAT LOOK. Give me sunshine! Which mother nature does. She also gives me mitten weather so I purchase the warmest of homemade mittens from the cutest of homemade baba’s. She has a scarf on her head. What a fucking hipster.

Then a place where coke bottle glasses make you king. Talking about mix tapes and remembering that you don’t even OWN a VCR anymore. But what if I wanna watch Fivel Goes West? Hipster frowns and sidelong glances and too many wolves on t-shirts to count. Feather earrings so long they would get caught on a big buckled belt. Did you make those? Oh, yeah? How much? WHOA TOO MUCH. Handmade recoil.

Baby things. BABY THINGS ARE THE CUTEST. Think about having a baby for a split second. Think about how, while a baby is cute, a baby is for life. Resolve to not have a baby, but to hold a baby.

So many bread products abound and I am chomping on a vast majority of them. And olives. And jam. And samples samples samples.

Purchase some ‘zines’. Weird. Get chortled at when I ask 1) What is a zine? 2) Will that moustache come off that headband?

Pants won’t stay buttoned. This water tastes weird and you’re using that wrench wrong. But it’s okay. Yeah. YEAH! It is.

Mind feels a bit better.

EXACTLY WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?

Nothing better than sitting with yourself in new underwears, new socks, munching grilled cheese anticipating your night time napping to be followed by a costume dance around yell around session. A shake down. Will shake it all down.

“Okay.” She continued to stand there waiting. It occured to Robert that he might kiss her, so he did. The kiss suprised him because it had been so long since he’d kissed anyone but his wife. And it suprised the girl because she had hardly ever kissed anyone in that way. To her kissing had always been more theoretical than physical. Afterwards she stood with her eyes closed, lips parted, face tilted. Robert thought, She’s going to break my heart and I’m going to let her. She let herself out and padded up the steps. He heard the door latch. Robert stood there trying to sort out what had just happened. He made himself a drink and went to bed.