2006-06-21
I can't help myself. So many events of late have turned my heart into the most thudinest, hungriest, hottest creature I've ever known. Las Vegas felt like a fever dream, stoned in cars, drunk in museums, playing music with Jake and Cody while Brendon did spirit dancing in the living room. And yes Rebecca, being crammed in the back of that van with you. Swimming in a pool with Chancie and thinking, jesus, is this happening? Godamn Jesse Jackson and his godamn parents making me want to wrap my arms around them. George's entire being just made me feel like I'd crushed up gold flakes and mixed them into my drink. And Katie. Katie Katie Katie.
I feel so lucky to then come back home and be greeted with even more of this shit. Drinking coffee with Brad while frantically wrapping each and every thought we have around eachother's. Moonlit dinner with Laura and her mom and Peet, talking about your teeth falling out while mosquitos are nipping away at us. Playing songs with Stewart, throwing drumsticks at him, spit-handshakes over our friendship. And this new man creature, stroking my hair and teasing me and listening to me excitedly chatter over plates of food.
I just love all you dudes.
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