Is it unhealthy to...

fantasize, crave, pine for and have a deep intensive affair with the concept of sleep? It is 3 AM I am at work. And I will be here for a bit longer. I have to wlak home and the only way I can keep from having an all out pity party in this blog is by lusting after the linens covering my pillow-top, california-king lover. I almost made it through the day without a single crush, which would be both wonderful and devastating to me, but when I went out to dinener with my ex at Chez Gaudy we ran into two waitresses and I fall deep in love with on site. Is it because the bring me a veggie meatball? It is because after a fucked up day at work it is super nice to recieve a smile from a pretty girl, even if it is just to take your order? That is sort of pathetic... I like to think it is because they are both charming and beautiful ladies and they earned their crushes one graceful step at a time. I would easily. If they asked I was probably stupidly rush back into the kitchen and start doing dishes. These were interesting thoughts juxtaposed against a discussion of why a relationship I was in didn't work and How I was dealing with the death of my mother. I rolled home from the restaurant onto a couch where I passed out to an old episode of veronica mars. And then again stumbled out the door for an apparatif with Louis and Susan. these two have developed into one of the more adorable couples in my little social microcosm. Worth a crsh in their own right!

My clothes drenched. My heart heavy with work, disenchanted with love. Even the shallow thought of making out right now leaves the dry burnt residew of chilicheese fritos laden preservative on my breath. But you sweet sheets will take me away to la la land where I can dream of gum drops and making out with sunday and flying high aboveParis Reykyavik and Amsterdam. Charmed byt he light of the city. I am ready to sleep and I really should stop typi...

top 8

My friends at the hour of 3 AM suggest the most useful thing. We have, most of us, used the "myspace top 8-24". I am changin the rules. before it had little meaning to me whatsoever,but the people know were mad that they did not make it or that they were too low on the list. Well. New rules. Exluding the current setup the next top 1 will be the persoon i made out with last. Thus, reciprically, If you would like to be my top one, then you need to make out with me. I don't think that is too much to ask. And then it begins to add the proper value to this new cyber real estate. I am definitely not sober during the writing of this, so I will see how this looks tomorrow...

I have been in denail too long

I have a super soft gooshy spot for bicycle riding women. Especially the messengers in downtown Seattle. Holy crap. All tatooed up and ass kicking. Really the high society types and lawyers and doctors loose color when they ride by. Streaks of oncotrolable beauty and pwer! Plus I am just super impressed with anyone who could navigate these hills all day at high speed. Gives me the "vapors". Dear me is it hot in here? I do declare a mint julep would be mighty tasty just about now!