just call me grace

i count more than 20 bruises – that i can see – on my person at the moment. i can’t even bend to photographically account for them all. i have one – get this – on my coccyx! i knew my butt felt sore. what with rowing and my stunning and usual catlike moves, its not unusual for me to be so dinged up, but damn.

 

i am having the perfect relationship

with “magic fingers” henceforth known as MF. try not to read too much into the initials… heh. let’s see:

• when I want him, he’s there
• i know what too expect
• i know FAR advance the cost of our relationship (highly important!)
• no awkward small talk. ok – that’s not really true because i usually say something goofy pre and post disrobing
• i feel GOOD after
• no hang ups, drive bys or confusing exchanges
• he’s always happy to see me
• we always have fp’s! (future plans)
• i think i already mentioned the back, waist, hip rubbing thing
• no arguing over musical taste

oh. i can’t come up with anything else… had sushi for dinner and a great cocktail! now i am watching star wars: episode IV…

currently, luke looks plainteively at the double setting suns of tatooine whilst the music swells! GOD i love this movie!!!

lauren g – cheerleader!

so there is a bit more info now on the colts site - heres lauren’s official shot and bio:

that girl is dynomite! of course i remember her as, oh, about 6 years old, running around with her sister alyssa and looking every bit the tomboy, like her mommy was! of course, the whole family is so excited – when do we get to meet peyton manning??

dragon patch or how squirrels fly

i have a lot in common with my mom. she died of lung cancer back in december 2000. i miss her so much and so often i still just think of calling her and catching up…

one of the things we have in common is the propensity to talk in our sleep. if anyone reading this has EVER talked to me late at night they know this! the title of this post refers to two incidents:

• “dragon patch” – this became code with a friend of mine, after talking late into the night, i was sort of having this dream about a denim jacket and sewing this appliqué onto it of a dragon. where do these things come from? what do they mean? i have ABSOLUTELY no idea! anywho, i am, as usual, denying that i am falling asleep, and apparently uttered the words “dragon patch”. of course, once you say something out loud, you are somewhat jarred into reality by the questioning from the other person and the key is denial denial denial. i mean, of course you can explain a nonsensical expression such as “dragon patch” easily and rationally. of course.
• my mom’s story is a family legend. my folks were sleeping, when my dad was awakened by a disturbance in the bed. my mom was apparently moving her arms, kind of like in a flapping motion. my step dad questioned her – “are you ok?”. “i’m dreaming i’m a flying squirrel”. further questioning revealed that the arm movements were the flapping motions that clearly flying squirrels make. like a chicken.

long time girl crush

 

jezebel.com posted this link that reminds me of my girl crush on angela davis. i minored in womens studies and did a lot of my course work at SF state. one of my professors was a brilliant women named chinasole. i was sitting in her class one afternoon when i realized that i had heard her speak on an interview show on an old SF radio favorite, pacifica radio. she’s brilliant.

i just wanted to note that i just had such on crush on ms. davis. i went to an anti-death penalty/mumia abu jamal rally in downtown SF (YES i am a liberal people! shocker!) and i am listening to speakers when i look over my left shoulder, and there, glowing and tall and beautiful with the most gorgeous shortish, brownish-blondish dread locked hair and red lipstick and gorgeous skin, was angela davis. THE angela davis.

she was with two other women. like a dope (we have already long ago established that i am a total dork), i say to her companion “would it be ok if i said hello to ms. davis?”. the friend just looked at me and said “i don’t know, why don’t you ask HER.” i said something really utterly goofballish – “hi ms. davis! i find your writing very inspiring.” ug. she was gracious. but how retarded.

LAUREN IS A COLTS CHEERLEADER!!!

heading out the door and just got the message —–> more to come!!