syrup shots

eschewing the sugary pancake topping for a while. that's gross, c. and really--there's no need to jump on top of your car for attention. we get it: too much sugar. (i'm still laughing about it, though).

oh and thanks for the napkin that said "illuminating," sir. you know who you are. incidentally, i'd written "volim te" on the other side of my own napkin; and it's only singular "you." not plural. so c was questioning to whom i was directing the statement. i know you know r, although the phrase isn't meant to be taken too literally.

and don't worry about skipping ten pages, other sir. anything that can happen will happen, and i mean anything. it's just a fact of life. no worries.

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i wonder how late my happy-weary psyche will allow me to keep my eyes and ears and heart open and my consciousness afloat tonight afterwards.

and as an i-couldn't-care-less factor: my legs are so much smoother tonight than last night.
i feel sexy and am taking hold of a take-command-of-everything-personal attitude. while running away and having fun with it.

-d