"You can't play your guitar when your hand is in your underwear." --Norman, my favorite "experimental" musician...
I haven't got much to write about today, nor much inclination to bother writing about it, but I thought I'd waste a little webspace wishing Norman a very happy six-months-together-today. I'm 99% sure he didn't remember, and I'm 90% sure if I reminded him right now, it wouldn't make much difference to him, and that, if he was in the right mood, he'd give me a short philosophical lecture involving the word "extemporaneous," but it's still a LITTLE special... Six months ago at this moment, we were making out in a pool hall, and I'm glad that little moment still makes me smile just as much as it did then.
I love you, baby.
~Helena*
"Norman baby; whenever I'm with you, I'm constantly reminded of my canine-insufficiency." --me, sweet nothings.