6/19/06

good mornin bright eyes

a thirtieth birthday party for a woman who looks not a day over 22 apart from her 'to die for' deep and pooly knowing eyes... i think she may just be the most beautiful woman IN THE WORLD.

it was in the woods. a ukranian scout hall? a ufo? a dance floor from hell. a stage. a room full of new people. who seem lovely. but scary. i am shy. I AM. there was an impenetrable circle around the fire. but it worked quite nice in the end. i bonded with this bastard who makes too much sense to me in a 'i know you cause i'm like you and yes i like you'. i danced like a motherfucker.

after all that reckless, funny, and hot hot dancin with all those lovely but coupley types i had trouble gettin my head out of the gutter all the way home. it doesn't help when you're in a car full of hot single ladies bemoaning the lack of handsome men who don't also have amazing beautiful women. i got to thinking of a man who describes me as infectious and flighty. like bird flu. baton down the hatches kiddo.

after the loverly alex and nadine dropped us back in my neighbourhood brookie and i rolled up to hoops's house... i knocked on the door in a sorry state. as she took in the damage i indicated the red bag in my hands and asked if i could please move in. to her credit she said yes... making some comment about us looking broken. i said i was actually going for glamour and i'd appreciate her not being so dissmissive of my efforts. but she took us in and cooked us a four course dinner and i asked her to marry me... because her wontons win...

a little postscript.

careful what you look at... in my achey body state i just saw a pretty girls self portrait with this poem under it... methinks it would actually be worse if she could spell...

The withered angel with a hiden truth.
Silent as she acends
Trapped in a everlasting misery....

it goes on, but i will leave it at that.

5 comments:

ms fits said...

A tarzan kisses in your general direction, blonde gorgeousness. Let's eat cake soon.

sublime-ation said...

I wasn't a couple dancin dancin...I am always a solo dancin dancin one...unless you count our awesomist improvised dancer as my partner. It was a good boogie though wasn't it? I liketh your moves. So sore the next day though...

hell said...

oh yeah i ache...

a tarzan of kisses! woo hoo boom boom & bam bam coming soon in matching outfits to a party near you...

Anonymous said...

This bastard doth find his reflection in you. It gives me a bad case of the narcissistic giggles.

Oh and Jane, your long hugs are the greatest.

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problemtatic said...

a quince festival looms miss dell and now we must find the date for its inaugeral unvieling!

*hopes the brandy doesnt taste like dirty underwear water*

perhaps a date with you me and fleischi some civilised time in the late afternoon of next week?

*imagines you in a quince outfit*
*misses first word verification and the second looks much too like excellent smock...perhaps i will make an excellent smock for our date*
*has another spoonful of stickydate pudding*


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