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Spontaneous trip to thee Mutter Museum with thee Pumpkin Girl and the Engineer today. It's amazing and truly stupendous that after I lived in Philadelphia for almost ten years, I never once stepped foot in this place.
It was wonderful, absolutely beautiful. Jars of hydrocyphilac babies. Skull collections and skeleton displays. Drawers upon drawers of things removed from human stomachs and air tracts.
I decided to not let the Engineer buy me the 2002 calendar for the museum, as it has too many William Wegman photos in it, with his creepy blue dogs. I can't stand that photographer. I did, however, let the Engineer buy me a spinal colum keyring, which pleased me very muchly.
Spending time with thee Pumpkin Girl was lovely, as always. I miss seeing her on a regular basis so much, it makes my socks hurt. If I wore any socks. We chirped and briggled at each other, in our secret squiggle language. I got to hold my baby Lilith cat, who I haven't seen in a duck's age. She cried so loudly and flopped on her side to allow better tummy access.
It was good, for once, to be back in the city. I rarely visit it anymore, as the memories hurt far too much. But, this day was built on sunshine and happiness and seeing a close friend. I pushed the shadows away from my face and determined that I would be cheerful.
Other high points of the day:
* Gramma the Hut
* genital shaving lessons from The Priest They Called Him and the Engineer (TMI was shared by one and all)
* The Engineer's random booty dance in front of Borders
* blue haired Borders employee boy, Paul, telling me my boots were cute
* molten chocolate cake
* deciding (but not doing yet) to get my tragus pierced
At the moment, I'm smoking a cigarette and pondering taking a shower. The Engineer is listening to poncy atmospheric music on the cable music station.
Birds flying high, you know how I feel.
Sun in the sky, you know how I feel.
Breeze drifting on by, you know how I feel.
It's a new dawn, it's a new day. It's a new life for me, yeah.
It's a new dawn, it's a new day.
And I'm feeling good.
It was wonderful, absolutely beautiful. Jars of hydrocyphilac babies. Skull collections and skeleton displays. Drawers upon drawers of things removed from human stomachs and air tracts.
I decided to not let the Engineer buy me the 2002 calendar for the museum, as it has too many William Wegman photos in it, with his creepy blue dogs. I can't stand that photographer. I did, however, let the Engineer buy me a spinal colum keyring, which pleased me very muchly.
Spending time with thee Pumpkin Girl was lovely, as always. I miss seeing her on a regular basis so much, it makes my socks hurt. If I wore any socks. We chirped and briggled at each other, in our secret squiggle language. I got to hold my baby Lilith cat, who I haven't seen in a duck's age. She cried so loudly and flopped on her side to allow better tummy access.
It was good, for once, to be back in the city. I rarely visit it anymore, as the memories hurt far too much. But, this day was built on sunshine and happiness and seeing a close friend. I pushed the shadows away from my face and determined that I would be cheerful.
Other high points of the day:
* Gramma the Hut
* genital shaving lessons from The Priest They Called Him and the Engineer (TMI was shared by one and all)
* The Engineer's random booty dance in front of Borders
* blue haired Borders employee boy, Paul, telling me my boots were cute
* molten chocolate cake
* deciding (but not doing yet) to get my tragus pierced
At the moment, I'm smoking a cigarette and pondering taking a shower. The Engineer is listening to poncy atmospheric music on the cable music station.
Birds flying high, you know how I feel.
Sun in the sky, you know how I feel.
Breeze drifting on by, you know how I feel.
It's a new dawn, it's a new day. It's a new life for me, yeah.
It's a new dawn, it's a new day.
And I'm feeling good.
