Best Junk in the Trunk line I've received thus far- I hate to see you go, but how I love the view from behind!
Been way too long. Looks like I missed the fall deadline for Mass Art, and now Doug wants to squire me away to Miami. Though the prospect of bumping booty with J.Lo at a South Beach glitterratti soiree is so very me, I'm mulling over the bigger questions. Love, Free Will and Eternity.
By the time you've finished indulging me here, Chris and I should be officially kaputsky. His evil plan to ball and chain me to domestic wifey-ness and tend to baby making activities just DO NOT jive with my supreme plans for GIRL dominion, and he's a mere youngin, for chrissakes, what's a boy on the verge of world exploration to do with a wife anyhow? He's leaving his music to tend to front-line soldiers, and we disagree on that so very much...... He is one of the most extraordinary guys I know, my sweet boy who strums his guitar, looks into my eyes and swims deep..
Chain of events... having somewhat finished with the brown-eyed boy, I simultaneously run into mad crush I've had for eons... This criminally hot, engineering brainiac runs the academic halls, but, alas, doesn't seem to get my sense of wicked devilry, and slings off barbs which unintentionally slay my fire-breathing efforts....... drat ... well, that, and he's too old for me, attitudinally - persnickety, elitist and wildly impatient, more so than I... But can I say? Those eyes, that body and the razor sharp ramblings of his mind..... a grrl's got to have a dream boy somewhere.......and all I wanna do is get my wandering little hands on him, even just once, whisper how very important he sounds while I run my nails down his back and distract him with my lips....
Date Disaster
You'd think I'd have no time for the essentials of life - manicure, girl gossip - with all the amorous distractions going on.
So I had this bizarre and sad little date the other nite. Just a boy I've been eyeing around town, reminds me of an old high school boyfriend, punk plaid pants and a smile that brings out the very best in me. FINALLY one day he gets up the nerve to ask me out - his words - and we meet at my place, late, for a little get to know each other. I set up the tequila, light the candles, anoint myself with amber oil and open my door. The date began so nicely, though I didn't divulge too many details on my recent break-up, and why bother, right? but maybe it would have helped explain my current state of mind . I probably shouldn't be dating yet, I'm really a one-on-one kind of girl, and at the very least until I have the departing discussion with Chris, who calls but I can't respond to just quite yet....
At any rate, new boy and I have a major and unneccessary misunderstanding at the end of the night, to which I say - I'm sorry we enjoyed such a great evening to end on such a shitty note, and I'm sorry I let this happen. Now, the boy is thinking I'm saying I regret the whole evening, and not the misunderstanding and he actually stormed out.... wha the f? and I think, how old are you? My 24 year old boy has more maturity than you, and you've got years on him... I attempt to set him straight, but he is not interested in clarification. So I let him go like that, seemingly defeated, and me, feeling bad, having no way to re-establish a nice little connection. I'm a sucker for reformed bad boys who say things like, It doesn't go unnoticed to me that you're fidgetting with that leash-type belt on your skirt.. and he really is yummy sweet. ... I just hate misunderstandings, but I've learned not to push for resolution or good-will.
What's a girl to do? R. would say - fuck him. J. says - write him a quick note so he knows what you meant. M. says- He was probably too upset to hear you. And so I do - nothing. Time eventually connects you into the right mindset and opportunity to kiss and make-up, if truly necessary, I believe.... You know how very much I hate missed opportunities for truth, love and beauty.
Jeesh -
Sometimes I feel like the only man who gets me is J. - we have 4 hour discussions on the nature of reality and he seems to understand when I say THAT MAN HAS ENCODED HIMSELF INTO MY DNA and the truth behind my dissatisfied core. And he pin-points my strengths and weaknesses, where others don't. oh, back burner, back burner...
and so I post my ideal match, goes something like this:
Someone who meets me on the right side of Venus, knows at what temperature paper bursts into flames, has killer eyes, a purring voice that commands my immediate attention... A fearless, ridiculously sexy punk-styled dreamer who makes shit happen, makes me a potent cocktail and prefers me in go-go boots, occasionally overindulges, tumbles into majestic waters, speaks to the moon, paints my streams, bathes me in full color spectrum... and would I run into the rain for you?
and in another universe outside of Trish
... look I'm not interested in going on about the Bush administration's current state of disarray, and the general collapse of international good-will, when there are much more reliably accurate, well-researched, sensible friends I count on who scour anti-etablishment newsies for facts and report back to me on was 'da dillio... it's certainly not that I'm dismissive of humanity as a cohesive unit, it's just a little predictable at the moment, even with all the accountability debates taking center stage, it's the details that grow repetitive to me, when there are more hardcore metaphysical concerns that have my attention...... I've got my own social manifesto and it hardly endorses war-mongering.. And anyway, aren't there more sophisticated means for balancing out the Axis? Think Paramahansa Yogananda, Nikola Tesla, Dalai Lama, T. Lobsang Rama, Barbara Brennan, Swami Rama, synchro-destiny, psychopharmomusicology.. discuss collective intelligence in the nonlocal domain, the sacred art of spinal tapping to unleash the cosmological power of thought processes - instant manifestation, travelling etheric realms, energy transmutations; supreme and beyond the infinite evolutionary and universal designs - literally. Fuck Darwin, the remedial poster boy for side-tracked unilineal ideas.
And then, pumpkin, let's talk politics.
Must run now, handsome new professor just walked in....
