Tuesday, May 20, 2003
today, helen jane writes about a great weekend: www.helenjane.com.
and poof! my innards inflate with the memory of weekends . . . oh, weekends, the mornings of not going anywhere, the crosswords, the irresponsible sex, the lazy buttery light that comes throught the curtains around three o'clock and there aren't any more bagels left so i guess we have to go out, wait, kissing first . . . the stomach zerbits and lack of makeup and the absolute, entire smile. the whole body smile.
and i had doubts about moving in. pah.
and poof! my innards inflate with the memory of weekends . . . oh, weekends, the mornings of not going anywhere, the crosswords, the irresponsible sex, the lazy buttery light that comes throught the curtains around three o'clock and there aren't any more bagels left so i guess we have to go out, wait, kissing first . . . the stomach zerbits and lack of makeup and the absolute, entire smile. the whole body smile.
and i had doubts about moving in. pah.
