I've had a run of good days lately.
Like, take yesterday. In the morning, I logged on and talked to Chris, and then to Loba. We spent a while billing and cooing, I got some work done, and then I went to lunch with FezGirl. *happysigh* And then, that night, I flew home on my bike and got home just in time to brush my hair and go to the Tori concert.
Tori was, as always, amazing. She always seems so much larger than life up on stage, an angry and passionate little sprite unleashed on a stadium full of people. She told us about having gone to the University bookstore and reading a book about giant squid. She talked about their mating habits: "And he reaches into his pocket like he's going to offer her a joint, and just slips his little guys right into her! It's so cool." and she did Take to the Sky, which I was very happy about--it's my very favorite b-side, and I was just vibrating with the power of it—my doctor says you just took it to the limit and here I stand with this sword in my hand.
Her first comment to the crowd was, "Wow, it smells so good in here!" I think that might have had something to do with the smokables people were lighting up in the crowd. The people next to me had some, which sparked all sorts of lovely memories of Ragged Robin and last summer.
Today, I hurt all over because I stood up for four hours straight, but I don't mind. I have a purple Tori shirt and a concert necklace on today, and the afterglow from yesterday is still haunting me, making me smile little smiles at everyone's faces, at their eyes.
I can't decide if a pop-up who's who would be a good idea or not. I really like the way Catherine has hers, but I can't decide if I really, truly, want to look like I'm copying her. Heh. I think it would make sense, as then people could click on names, get a little bit on who's what, and then close the window and go back to reading.In a sort of related thought, I now have an iLamp. No, not from Apple, but it's a little halogen lamp from Ikea that's made of translucent green plastic. It's so neat, and it only cost $8. I may go back and purchase a couple of other ones in different colors--they had a purple and a blue one that looked pretty, too.
I just realized I've not written since Chris got here.Heh.
Well, I've been busy.
so, yes, Chris and I are getting along just swimmingly. We hang out together, he crashes at my house some nights, we cuddle and just generally enjoy each other's company.
I forget how well he knows me and easily he reads the emotions that are opaque to most people. I forget and then he reminds me, with a hand on my shoulder and the question, "are you okay?" Or he looks me in the eye and tells me what I'm thinking. Or we say the same thing at the same time, and then laugh and cry "Rent!" (which is short for "if you're going to live in my head, you have to pay rent!")
and I've yet again learned the power of the "cute big-eyed gaze" that I perfected all those years ago. nobody can resist melting when I turn that look on them. It's really rather fun.
We both miss Loba something fierce, and sometimes I'll just randomly look up and say, "I miss her!" and he'll say, "I miss her, too."
And tonight we're making stirfry and baking bread. Mmmmm. I've not baked bread for a while, and I miss it. now that the weather's turned colder, it's the perfect time to bake bread and warm up the house with the smell of yeasty goodness.
the three of us (Chris, Loba, and I) are so silly sometimes. We all get nervous about telling the others things we think might make them upset, and it never turns out to make anyone upset at all. I'm still very gunshy, but I'm getting better. I seem to be finally be learning that nobody's going to get mad at me if I confess my desires and needs, and as long as I act with respect towards everyone, it'll all be fine. I'm also starting to learn that it's okay to ask for things I want. I spent so long getting what I wanted by guile that just asking seems somehow like cheating. Heh. But it's very good for me.
(and this is for Chris)suede. you always felt like suede.
there are days I feel your twin.
peekaboo.
hiding underneath your skin.
jets. are revving yes revving.
from a central source and this.has power over me.
not because you feel something
or don't feel something for me
but because. mass. so big.
it can swallow swallow her whole star intact.call me "evil" call me "time is on your side"
anything that you want.
anybody knows you can conjure
anything by the dark of the moon.
boy.
and if you keep your silence
silencer on you'll talk yourself right into a job.
out of a hole.
into my bayou.—suede, Tori Amos
Best reason to check out random domains:
Because sometimes you stumble on the answer to "what are uses for the spork?"
how goes the war?
Giving the troops a rest for a moment. Next week is a major sally.
