August 01, 2002 | 12:04 AM Story Time
I just want to say this so I�ll remember it later. I love my second job. I fucking love it. I can�t believe how lucky I am that my second income is something I would do for free. Today we had chocolate cake and champagne. And me and Tom sang a duet. And I just love it there. I wish I could pull up a sleeping bag and night-light and have all my dreams take place there, while Bach plays in the background. I love walking home from my second job. Listening to Stereolab or Sinatra and strolling past the Reflecting Pool and over towards Kenmore Square. And I love those nights that I can hang out late with Linda and Amy. And hear their stories. I want as many stories as I can hold. The more the better. I collect stories. I want to know all about you. I want to know your favorite ice cream flavor and all about your first kiss. I want to hear about the chairs in your kitchen when you were a toddler. And about how you lost your first pet. I want to see the world through your eyes and I want your handwriting on my wall. I want to study its curves and loops and decipher the hidden metaphors inherent in its design. I want to have you over for tea and for margaritas. I want to watch you on my couch, your toes curling and your arms stretching toward the ceiling. I want to throw a blanket over your soft dozing body as you dream. And I want to make you breakfast. Do you like scrambled eggs and bacon? Do you like watching silent films on a Saturday morning? I want so much to know you. All of you. These are things I miss. These introductions. These backward love letters and apologies. I want to stretch out to you. I want to grasp on to your hand and not back down until sunrise when we go our separate ways. ***I'll write the next part of the train story tomorrow, if I have the time.
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