mai 05, 2002

not to be confused with...

and another sunday draws slowly and langurously to a close, with a smile and a nod, a sleepy giggle and an afternoon movie, a crimson flush or two along the way.

i am, marvelously and miraculously, content.

i had the marvelous opportunity today to spend a nice chunk of time sunbathing on biscuit's roof. i must say that i never had a full appreciation of the joys and potential of a roof before i moved to new york. but, when you've no green space of your own to which you can lay claim, you take your sunshine landing pad where you can. for many new yorkers, that's the roof. the promised land of sunshine, vantage point, and, if you're lucky, epiphany. our epiphanies today:

the default smell of my skin is noodles.

the default smell of his right armpit is a taco bell taco.

my sister needs to get call waiting.

the sun cures all. except for my shoulder which is being a right bitch today. i think i'm going to have to leave that particular patch job to ice, rest and aspirin. that, i think is the silver lining to my enforced two-week vacation from kickboxing.

yeah, another lovely lazy sunday. the brunch ritual shows every sign of growing to a neighborhood institution, which is going to be very exciting, considering just about every one of our nearest and dearest is moving or has moved into the hood. it started with four, today it was seven, who knows what it shall be next.

on a slightly sadder note, last night was the last show of the letdowns in their current incarnation. scott (head beatbox) is vacating the naked city for less prohibitive climes, at least temporarily. needless to say, it was a fabulous show. i hope they find a new drummer soon. actually, i'd prefer it if they weren't going to have to go through that, if someone would just buy scott's book so he would have an excuse to stay. ah well. such is life. the pain of impending separation is the price one must pay to have an endless cavalcade of the lovely and dynamic in her life. sucks, but ultimately entirely worth it.

"shivvybugfacehuggylove." not to be confused with "shivvybuttfacebunnyfucker." don't ask, don't confuse.

Posted by shivery at mai 5, 2002 06:45 PM
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