Morning…
What an interesting night…
You know the previous night was interesting when one of the first interactions you have (late in the) morning after is a conversation where someone asks you if a fight broke out that they don’t remember because they seem to have woken up with a swollen lip, and though you find that a humorous question, wonder exactly how much alcohol was had by all, and whether something might have happened after you went to bed at 4:30ish…
Anywho… last night was unexpected and fun.
Don’t know why i’m so…. emotional? nervous, I guess… about this trip. It’s been giving me fairly fucked up anxious dreams of late, including one this morning where I broke my back and vividly recall the sound and feeling of the bones snapping in my spine as the last moment before I woke up.
Appropriate that we’re planning a “morning” motorcycle ride for “breakfast” now? Table for 2 at Cracker Barrel, please. Don’t trip over the helmets.
More later.
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If I could get someone to take me out of my parents’ house, I would kiss them full on the lips. With tongue. While I realize this isn’t a selling point, you get the picture.
Um, I had one physical fight with my bf ever. Let’s just say drunk or sober. . .gals, don’t hit guys in the face.
November 9, 2003 @ 5:50 am