disquieting
Sep. 8th, 2003 01:31 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thejunipertreeFriday night, I'm standing in a crowded room with a mediocre band thundering through my chest. I wrap my arms around his bulk and shout over the music that I'm leaving and if he sees the Commander, to tell him that I'm sorry I couldn't find him to say goodbye.
He leans down to me, still a great distance away despite my five inch platforms. In my ear, he says/shouts: "I just wanted to tell you that you look good." I peer up at him, surprised at this. "No, really." He continues. "You were smiling. A lot. And you look happy. It's a good look on you."
I hug him again and leave, before he has the chance to see my face fold in upon itself.
Happy. That's an unusual concept. I'm more inclined to blame it on the three Red Bull and vodkas that I knocked down my throat, in rapid succession. Or I could blame it on how I just get disoriented whenever I come back to the city, especially when I become surrounded by so many faces from my past. But, happy? That's not normally an adjective which many people would apply to me.
He leans down to me, still a great distance away despite my five inch platforms. In my ear, he says/shouts: "I just wanted to tell you that you look good." I peer up at him, surprised at this. "No, really." He continues. "You were smiling. A lot. And you look happy. It's a good look on you."
I hug him again and leave, before he has the chance to see my face fold in upon itself.
Happy. That's an unusual concept. I'm more inclined to blame it on the three Red Bull and vodkas that I knocked down my throat, in rapid succession. Or I could blame it on how I just get disoriented whenever I come back to the city, especially when I become surrounded by so many faces from my past. But, happy? That's not normally an adjective which many people would apply to me.
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Date: 2003-09-08 06:13 am (UTC)Before I say anything just let me say that I know you have shit .. and a lot of it. More than anyone could want and I'm not making light of that.
Buuuuut. You laugh a lot Tara .. and you make me laugh more than anyone makes me laugh. I have so much fun with you.
Not everything is perfect but I guess he sees that spark in you.
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Date: 2003-09-08 01:39 pm (UTC)<3
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Date: 2003-09-08 04:57 pm (UTC)you make me
Date: 2003-09-09 07:35 am (UTC)i get teary when i think of you.
i'm sorry i missed friday,
it sounded like tons of
finger fucking fun.
Re: you make me
Date: 2003-09-11 12:44 am (UTC)You should come to the beach with me, Robin, and Miss Janette on Saturday.
oh!
Date: 2003-09-09 07:37 am (UTC)picture is adorable.
i'd squish your cheeks,
but you might boot me.
^_^