04.18.06 :: 2:19 pm
Like doing tae-bo in the bedroom to 80's music, ordering filthy chinese takeout and eating it in bed, and other heretofore unwitnessed actions that would mystify the significant other. In other news, I'm pretending that this isn't happening until I'm standing at the airport weeping like a lost kid at the department store. it will be lonely, as there are but scant few people who really and truly understand the necessity of pickling our tongues with margaritas and talking about everything for hour, or getting dressed up for the fuck of it and dancing like we mean it, or lazing about hungover watching movies, and all that, all that, all that. I've lived here my whole life and never had a BFF until she rock and rolled her texas-sized awesomeness into the picture six years ago. london is really far to pop over and drink forties on your stoop. But for you, Miss Ruby Red Foxxy Mama Bootifoool, anything. |