Author: foxtongue

I like you

Things are starting to work out between us. We’ve put the relationship on hiatus, but have kept the being Together bit. It’s difficult not to kiss him, but now it’s arranged that, yes – this is only temprary, so that we might fix some of the hurts.

His birthday is on Sat. Going to be forty. No, I should say that proper. Forty. There’s to be a party here. If we could fill the house, we’d be happy, but I don’t think it’s going to happen. Not enough warning, really. Plus – it seems   has a highly similar thing going on at his place. Timing is everything and right now, I suppose we don’t have it.

 

 

my number

Showers pounding out a new beat
I trade my old shoes for new feet
I grab a new seat
I don’t like the one I got
The fabric’s wearing through
And it’s wearing me out
You’re wearing me down

Watching old baseball games
And low budget telethons
Ain’t like watching you yourself
When you yourself is on
Got time to wander to waste and to whine
But when it comes to you,
It seems like I just can’t find the time

So watch your head and then watch the ground
It’s a silly time to learn to swim when you start to drown
It’s a silly time to learn to swim on the way down

If I gave you my number
Would it still be the same
If I saved you from drowning?
Promise me you’ll never go away
Promise me you’ll always stay

Closed down the last local zoo
I’m gonna win the endless war
Over who kills the last koala bear
And who in death will love him more and I
He grabs me by the hand
Drags me to the shore and says
Maybe you don’t love me
But you’ll grow to love me even more

And I well I’m not surprised

If I gave you my number
Would it still be the same
If I saved you from drowning?
Promise me you’ll never go away
Promise me you’ll always stay

Showers pounding out a new beat
I trade my old shoes for new feet
I grab a new seat
I don’t like the one I got
The fabric’s wearing through
And it’s wearing me out
You’re wearing me down

So watch your head and then watch the ground
It’s a silly time to learn to swim when you start to drown
It’s a silly time to learn to swim on the way down

If I gave you my number
Would it still be the same
If I saved you from drowning?
Promise me you’ll never go away
Promise me you’ll always stay

the first housing

*yawns* What a long tiresome day so far. Such an anti-climax to the wonderful time we had last night.(Thank you   for having us over) And there’s no chasing after freedom either, as the first canceles the buspass. (Transit my only way to go catch that elusive pixie)

 Today we finally tracked down the cell number of the fellow upstairs who is to be giving us monies. He hasn’t appeared here at the house for the last day or two. When the ringing ends –  No. He’s moving out today. (Though still he owes money).  Ah spiteful day with your overhanging boredom. Waiting and wanting and waiting. 

I suppose I’d better call up   at some point for the just-in-case of it all. Course, I’m sure by now, she’s changed her plans. *sighs* No light olive girly den upstairs now.  Middle of the night dancing on the roof lit by christmas lights is right out. Perhaps m’love will get over his irrationality regarding the males in my life and accept Aiden to move in, as I can’t imagine that could possibly still want to move in. Too many pieces rudeness edged in the puzzlebox.

anecdotal unevident

PREFACE:
*russ and ray are watching jhayne play freecell while she’s stuck on the phone”

russ: looks like a not bad game to while away minutes with, perhaps we should learn

ray: yeah, i suppose, but i would never want to be able to play it like her

*jhayne mechanically wins her 86th game in a row without any hesitations whatsoever*

Today I beat 100 wins while waiting for food to cook. Now I will erase it and start anew.