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flirting arrives in the mail
i'm trying to think of what to write. today my copy of the movie flirting came in the mail, i finally ordered it off of amazon. i watched it for the second time today, the first time was on the television. i was engrossed in the love story then, i know now not why i cherished it so. i still find humor and a comforting line or two throughout the film, but it is not nearly as beautiful as i remember. i guess there's a first time for everything, and it trumps all others. i still find the main character, noah taylor, completely adorable. i still identify embarassingly to their trials and worries. i am their age, with regards to men. they experiment and think that in their experimenting they are promiscuous. truly they have not crossed many lines, though their society says so. their leaders, the teachers and principal, hover over them with little mercy, and they are left dreaming and reaching for connection to happiness and each other. they rebel; their rebellion is minor yet satisfactory for their purposes. they are...growing up, we shall say. i feel i have missed this part of my adolescence. i think i mind. but what is there to do? how do you recover lost time? am i really so odd? is this a valid 'predicament'? what is running through my neighbor's mind when i see him in the laundry room? are men and women really so different? i would like to think not. as i reread this entry, i realize that much like blind lemon jefferson, i am writing encoded lyrics. these words are pure drivel, incomprehensible, and no one i know might understand them. marcus, quite perhaps, but he hasn't seen the movie. it's a chick flick anyway. some Gods don't want you to have any fun. do i worship an unfun God? is that what i've decided to do? or am i no different than the next girl, and blind to this fact? i have evidence to the contrary, proof of my abnormality, understand. perhaps i'm idealistic in thinking my history typical. i don't particularly know what i'm reaching for at this point, other than a career in journalism. a smile, maybe. smiles are always worth reaching for. ------------ marcus: Hello me: hey what's up marcus: Noshink, joo? me: Nuffink much eyethuh me: hehe marcus: You say eyether ranther than eether? me: eye shay bowth me: y tu? marcus: Eye shink eye shay bowf, doo me: eyethuh ees uh leetle moar hoytie toytie me: methinks marcus: I shee me: poysonally me: dis ees soe deefeecuhlt marcus: Eyem goink doo go shee the bloo mang growp en oktobre me: sweet! marcus: Ishn'dit me: eye shaw dem on der teelyveeshunn me: you whatted it? marcus: Day rawk. Herd. me: HA marcus: (Isn't it) me: ah! gotcha marcus: Yay me: fownetticks ees show foon! marcus: Geez there's a lot of people running across the road tonight me: vhear arr joo? marcus: Drifink whome phrum Pluckers me: kneyez marcus: bean oot wif c'erkers me: been out with the workers? me: oar suffink ellz? marcus: Ish veerd do. Dee dird shoot eye deed cleerd oop de firsh doo marcus: (Co-workers) marcus: Ok... Ok... I'm done... No... More... me: It's weird though. the third shoot i did clear up the first though? marcus: The third shot cleared up the first two marcus: I guess I should have said tew me: shot of alcohol? me: i'm still lost me: ha marcus: Yes, I did two red snappers and a mind eraser marcus: What's in them? No clue. marcus: They were good though me: snapper is a fish, and a mind eraser is alcohol? me: or maybe nevermind... me: suffice to say, you ate at pluckers, lol marcus: Mixed drinks dear marcus: Yes me: and you're driving home now? me: and talking to me, too? marcus: Unfortunately, I drank two huge glasses of water, and now I've got to pee marcus: Of course marcus: That's how I do most of the time me: does that counter the alcohol enough? marcus: That, the fries, and the fried pickles marcus: I'm good, don't worry marcus: Besides I'm almost home me: goood marcus: The past three lines I typed without looking me: fried pickles? *cringe* marcus: So there ya go marcus: How's your mom, she was in today right? marcus: That's what I said me: yeah! and so was my aunt and grandmother! i hadn't seen my aunt in three years (she's the one that lives in hawaii) marcus: But damn marcus: They're good marcus: Ooh! me: i was expecting only my mom to come up, so it was ubercool to see them, too marcus: Yay janeane and her kickass family! me: yay indeed! haha me: twas nice to visit, even though it was briedf me: brief me: it was bried, too, i guess me: what a weekend me: so how did you get alcohol? your bro? me: haha, i'm an internet narc! me: Awesome. marcus: No marcus: I was just with guys whore regulars there, ordered drinks and got em me: no carding? me: sleep is the shiznit me: all the cool kids are doing it me: who_are marcus: ... marcus: What? me: you typed whore me: i was correcting you me: nazigrammarbitch me: yes indeedy me: it's 2:30 in the morning me: woohoo! marcus: ... marcus: Wow marcus: I typed whore me: oops me: Marcus, you've been a very bad boy (sorry, it was there...) me: okay, time for a nice ANYWAYS.... marcus: I hope I have been. Punish me me: you have no userpic, do you? me: joosirrpick me: the band muse is so freaking amazing, have you heard them? marcus: Yes marcus: I dunno marcus: I like radiohead better personally me: i haven't heard radiohead, but i've heard good things about them me: and that they're similar to muse me: bambi is a cinematic masterpiece. me: that was random and fun to type marcus: *poke* yahahahaha! me: poke? me: *shove* marcus: Shove? marcus: *grope* me: uh oh me: are we doing this again? marcus: What? That the only thing I could come up with that could get my action across marcus: *pinch* wouldn't convey the right message me: what? okay, diagram 1: you poked. diagram 2: i shoved, because poking and shoving are two words that go together--they're considered mean, not necessarily sexual diargram three: *pinch* okay, pinching means only one thing me: unless it's st. patty's day me: i should be a lawyer marcus: Mmm... St. Patty's Day... me: NOT me: what about st patty's day? marcus: I dunno me: me neither marcus: Megaman is fun me: that's a videogame, right? me: i think i've played it marcus: Yes marcus: Old as hell, has at least 5 different series me: well hell is pretty damn old marcus: Yes me: yeeeeeeeeeeeeeep me: i'm going to bed me: goodnight marcus: Nighty nigh me: *hug*
3:46 pm - monday, sept. 18, 2006
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