i am waiting for
mischka to walk up the treacherous steps to my backdeck, to knock at the door, to be let in. there are rumors we will eat some pizza.
although i had an irregularly intense morning at work, ricka-in-miniskirt pulled through marvellously & now i am feeling quite well-at-ease. i will Hold Court for a bit & be social & then i will sit down with the World's Heaviest Novel &, i don't know, make some tapes or something. bean won't be home until almost midnight & i feel good about being here in this faux-urban apartment & ohhhhhhhh how nice it is to be well-rested & miniskirted besides.
:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:the other night i had a dream that i was on a city-bus that was travelling across several states & there was a woman near the front of the bus who was partly like citizenjane & partly like the crushingly lovely girl in some yoplait commercial, & she had a name that started with t & she led me on.
:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:& at the end of this week i will red my hair not because i need to be strong (well, i do, as a point of fact) but because i already feel strongish & also because it is c�zanne's birthday this friday & some other things at the end of this week, start of next week, besides.
i love you all. all!
