Kisses Like Candy
|Jun. 12th, 2005 @ 11:07 pm (no subject)|
does anyone live here anymore?
|Feb. 5th, 2005 @ 02:42 pm Ballystock & Bloom|
Current Mood: weird
Issa was standing in the doorway moping over Bobert, and after 15 minutes into our conversation, I was chasing her through the house yelling, "Tell me you know who Gene Wilder is!"
|Dec. 30th, 2004 @ 05:18 am (no subject)|
I remember when Issa & I had a sleepover in Olympia, just the two of us. I love my wife.
|Dec. 5th, 2004 @ 03:35 am (no subject)|
issa thinks the reason for lesbians is they both get excited about having people in bed with them, but boys always fall asleep eventually. she & i don't. we stay awake and stare at the boys.
|Dec. 2nd, 2004 @ 08:37 pm (no subject)|
Current Music: REM - Everybody Hurts
Issa is holding Robert's hand. Well, not really his hand, but a picture she drew of it. Now she just punched it 'cause he's not here. She's gonna go find him in a castle, like a backwards Zelda. "Mm. I will." She's curled up at the end of my bed drawing right now.
|Nov. 21st, 2004 @ 05:09 am non-pareils are nummy|
Current Mood: sugar coated
Does everyone know how pretty our community page is?
|Nov. 21st, 2004 @ 04:59 am (no subject)|
I've been overwhelmingly depressed lately. Richard says it's post-election anxiety disorder. All I know is I can't stand being alone. Someone has to be within theoretical talking/hugging distance. I sleep at my parents' when Issa isn't home. Thank God she is tonight.
We went dancing, but not to the cussing angry songs. We're not goth enough.
|Nov. 20th, 2004 @ 08:24 pm (no subject)|
Issa has been kicking Bobert, and then she rammed him repeatedly into a wall. I may have to separate them. I taught him how to swing dance tonight. They're so cute dancing together, and now they're drawing. I can't get over how sweet they are, and how she can't either.
|Nov. 20th, 2004 @ 08:18 pm Harumph|
"Andrea, are you living in a Jane Austen novel?"
"Maybe, why do you ask?"
"I just need to hear you say it. You're like the daughters."
(I chase her down & hug/tackle her)
"What do you mean? Which one?"
"All of them. Real people don't live the way you do."
"That's just what Michael says."
"Well, he's right."
|Oct. 17th, 2004 @ 05:13 pm Ancient Pamphlets|
Current Mood: resisty
Current Music: zim
Pirate Monkeys is the name of our gang of brigands.