*wonder*

Flaming as art. Seriously.

http://www.livejournal.com/community/haikudeathmatch/103209.html

Devon and Estry

You both need to come over for chicken, and to meet each other where I can watch the sparks fly (or sort of mellow out, whichever they do). When are you both free? Some evening this next week?

Oh. My. God.

Today rocks.

Lay around in bed in the morning till, like, 11, computering and talking to Juggler on the phone and my rats in person, got my room a bit more presentable. Work, two quick jobs that I did well, then a date with Juggler that just rocked. As he and I were walking from the drive to my place, bellies full, a woman presented us with two green figs, perfectly ripe, from her tree. Oh, Gods! These things were amazing. I've had black and honey figs before, but these were green, and thickly viscid and pulpy, and the skin was furry. They tasted like honey should taste, smooth and sweet and warm, like cream and velvet, and they were the size of my fist. Juggler gave me most of his. Oh, my god. Oh, my god.

Home, sex, now chatting with Yet Another Chris online and listening to David Francey. My room is nice and cool and the air is velvet. Tomorrow I get off work early. I'll be going to wreck beach-- call me at 604-767-7534 if you wanna join me.

Memeage and...

THE DAY KEEPS GETTING BETTER. IF IT KEEPS DOING THIS, I WILL BE STANDING IN THE STREET SCREAMING. JUST SO YOU KNOW, THAT'LL BE ME.

Whew. Networking and cool random-people spontenaeity,

Also, cool memage courtesy of algae_al_fresco: ( Read more... )