Love is love sufficient unto love...


06-09-03

~Love possesses nothing, nor would it ever be possessed. Oh love is love sufficient unto love, and you can figure out the rest.~

Mmm, yes it's the 9th. And I still have yet to sleep for the 8th. Just too much excitement. The family came home early for starters. They walked in the house just as I was posting my last entry around 3 o'clock this afternoon. (technically yesterday afternoon) So I didn't get to finish my cleaning. (aww that's too bad) Instead, they gave me all kinds of new good stuff. Yay! 2 new composition notebooks (for paper journals) and a fancy spiral notebook which I've designated poetry only. What else...oh, a marker...not sure what's so special about that. Ah, and a stuffed dog. Which I promptly named Ghost Poop. (i have a weird thing about naming stuffed animals. i have a turtle named Kitty and a fat pony named Mr. Wednesday. There's a perfectly good explanation for every name but don't ask. they're all long stories...and memories best forgotten.) Right, so...dad didn't really bitch about the job thing. There was a bit of an i told you so because I promised that I would have one by the time they got back. But who knew I was going to catch my death of a cold? Speaking of the cold, I'm feeling a little better. I would feel even more wonderful if I could eat something of substance. All I've had is a few nasty tater tots and I'm attempting to choke down some dry fruit harvest cereal right now. I do have a headache though. But that might be because I've been staring at this fucking computer screen for the passed several hours.

~Bright lights, big city was quite extraordinary. The drive was pretty. I was in perfect company...~

First, I looked up some job ads on hotjobs.com and found a few worth checking out. Earlier in the day...when I was working on my post, I downloaded a bunch of Mraz songs that I didn't have yet in my collection. I was listening to one of them called God Moves Through You...and oh my goodness! The lyrics are so beautiful and perfect for a wedding. So that's what I've decided on for Nicole and Kacey's wedding gift. I'm broke...and I think it means so much more to share the beauty of words. I do believe I wrote Nicole a poem for graduation...or maybe her birthday. It's on my poetry page. So it's nothing new for me to do something like this. I was astonished by the perfection of these words though. Like I've said, Mraz is a lyrical genius. What else did I do on the computer??? Oh, I was talking to Ben for quite some time. Gave him some shit for not going to the wedding with me. I don't even care anymore. I think we're going back to the original plan. It's best if I don't bring a date. I'll just hang out with Rob. But Ben got my spirits up after a short conversation about cancer running in my family. He made me laugh until I was coughing so hard...I thought I might lose a lung. I don't know what it is with him and AIDS. It's NOT a laughing matter. But for a very long time now, everytime I talk to him in fact, somehow aids is brought into the conversation. So what was his first suggestion when I said I was sick??? You got it. He told me he was going to go take a shower a little while ago. But instead of getting off-line all together, he just put up an away message. I knew he was taking a shower but I've read his away messages before and they're usually pretty funny. So I read it and it said, "shower power!!! lobobyobo has AIDS!!!" I found that to be quite entertaining. Well, Mom's up and Benny boy is back on-line. So I think I'm going to finish putting away some laundry say my goodnights and go to bed. finally...

~How can we get lost runnin' in a straight line?~

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