shit. and love.
i've not be here for, what, 2 days? fuck, i missed you. i missed this. i haven't read anybody's thoughts since friday. who knew. you fuckers really grow on a person.
so.
i've been in austin. and since today at 1pm, in an auto wreck. i think my life is catching up with me. too much. maybe i'm feeling superstitious now too. the kind of superstitious that says, "hey, i crawled up the highway embankment at 40? 50? more? miles per hour and i'm alive. too bad vin's jeep is in coma. we're hoping for it to pull through... but it was crazy...lickity split i was looking at the mortar, bam, the sky, smash, the other side of the highway. and not one other car to feel the heat. i like that. my life my own. well, it's lonely that way but when it's dangerous i prefer that no one else be in jeapardy. (be part of the solution not the problem i always say.) i understand the difficulty of that statement--death can occur when you're alone if nobody can aid. then again, it can occur when some IS there to aid. anyway, all i seem to have is soreness and a bill to pay. far far better than the alternative.
this weekend i discovered a bunch of shit:
1. i really really do hate cold weather. i will be happy to move from it so that in a few years i can maybe appreciate it.
2. i kept expecting to see you at one of the many airports i got waylaid (sp?) in friday, yesterday and today. we would have had a great time...
3. mothers do know if their kid is a shithead. i met a mom (a very cool lady) who does understand that her pre-teen son is part of the "cool" clique among his peers. he's kind of an asshole. (i paraphrase.) but the relative good news is: he's ALWAYS been this way, so the clique hasn't changed him as much as found him. very strange. the mom as archeologist. i like that too.
4. i just ate about 4 pounds of confetti, cocoa-covered hazelnuts. italian. if you haven't tried them, spend the best $50 of your life (and i'm cheeeeeeap-ass) and call the new york distributor at 516-783-3314. it'll be like you're visiting sulmona. i SWEAR, you will love it. tell your sweethearts (kids, lovers, whomever you LOVE, it's a late valenine's day gift.) if you like hazelnuts, tell them you want "tartufo con nocciola" (tar-toof-oh con no-cho-la).
if you can't afford it, ask some people who love you to pitch in for it. then, after you eat three pounds of it by yourself, tell me anything in the world measures up....
tomorrow: the vagina monologues.
peace out.
and ps. i love you.
so.
i've been in austin. and since today at 1pm, in an auto wreck. i think my life is catching up with me. too much. maybe i'm feeling superstitious now too. the kind of superstitious that says, "hey, i crawled up the highway embankment at 40? 50? more? miles per hour and i'm alive. too bad vin's jeep is in coma. we're hoping for it to pull through... but it was crazy...lickity split i was looking at the mortar, bam, the sky, smash, the other side of the highway. and not one other car to feel the heat. i like that. my life my own. well, it's lonely that way but when it's dangerous i prefer that no one else be in jeapardy. (be part of the solution not the problem i always say.) i understand the difficulty of that statement--death can occur when you're alone if nobody can aid. then again, it can occur when some IS there to aid. anyway, all i seem to have is soreness and a bill to pay. far far better than the alternative.
this weekend i discovered a bunch of shit:
1. i really really do hate cold weather. i will be happy to move from it so that in a few years i can maybe appreciate it.
2. i kept expecting to see you at one of the many airports i got waylaid (sp?) in friday, yesterday and today. we would have had a great time...
3. mothers do know if their kid is a shithead. i met a mom (a very cool lady) who does understand that her pre-teen son is part of the "cool" clique among his peers. he's kind of an asshole. (i paraphrase.) but the relative good news is: he's ALWAYS been this way, so the clique hasn't changed him as much as found him. very strange. the mom as archeologist. i like that too.
4. i just ate about 4 pounds of confetti, cocoa-covered hazelnuts. italian. if you haven't tried them, spend the best $50 of your life (and i'm cheeeeeeap-ass) and call the new york distributor at 516-783-3314. it'll be like you're visiting sulmona. i SWEAR, you will love it. tell your sweethearts (kids, lovers, whomever you LOVE, it's a late valenine's day gift.) if you like hazelnuts, tell them you want "tartufo con nocciola" (tar-toof-oh con no-cho-la).
if you can't afford it, ask some people who love you to pitch in for it. then, after you eat three pounds of it by yourself, tell me anything in the world measures up....
tomorrow: the vagina monologues.
peace out.
and ps. i love you.
posted by stacy muszynski at 10:54 PM
5 Comments:
urk. missed you, too.
I missed you, too
and I'm soooooooooooooooo glad you're okay!
transience, you make me laugh.
nameless, thank you. i am.
rick, dammit--next time i'll tell you in advance. i swear. i plan to be down there more--especially if i get into school.
chark, you will want to kill me and thank me every time you stick your hand in the bag.
You would think that by the sound of the word, being waylaid would be a lot of fun...
What's this about an accident? You okay?
shadowb, waylaid COULD be fun indeed. yeah yeah i'm okay. today MY car window is stuck completely open. it's fucking 12 degrees outside or something crazy.
if it's not one thing, it's its evil twin.
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