moocow in the city

one cow. many pastures.

2005

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So tonight I was making out with this guy…

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Subject: So tonight I was making out with this guy…

Date: Friday 12/30/05 12:02:00 AM

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So tonight I was making out with this guy, he was tall…thin, nice six pack black hair, sort of emo-ish, and we’re getting hot and heavy and pretty soon his shirt was off and we were making out on the couch, his sister was over too but she was absorbed in a television show, so we’re inspecting each others tonsils

LJ-Cut: Not Appropriate For Minors

and he’s straddling me and he leans in and goes “hey, do you wanna have sex later tonight? and I was all like “okay” so we keep making out and stuff when he decided he needed a drink, so he goes up stairs and his sister comes up to me and goes “You know we’re Zombies Right?” And I was like “EXCUSE ME!?” and she’s like “Yeah, you’ve been making out with the undead” and I was like “GOD DAMMIT! NOT AGAIN!” so boom flash we’re outside, I’m throwing Mojo around like it’s water Zombies are attacking Shea’s words of “Always Have a Zombie Escape Plan” are haunting me and I can’t remember one of the more effective spells so I had to use a different spell which turned out to be almost as effective and I just kept going “God. Dammit. Why does this ALWAYS happen and end this way?”

…so like, then I woke up and I was like “Dammit I can’t even have a normal date in my dreams. WTF!?

 

So yeah, that was my day.

open pasture

So tonight I was making out with this guy…

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Subject: So tonight I was making out with this guy…

Date: Friday 12/30/05 12:02:00 AM

Tags: blog: edit me

So tonight I was making out with this guy, he was tall…thin, nice six pack black hair, sort of emo-ish, and we’re getting hot and heavy and pretty soon his shirt was off and we were making out on the couch, his sister was over too but she was absorbed in a television show, so we’re inspecting each others tonsils

LJ-Cut: Not Appropriate For Minors

and he’s straddling me and he leans in and goes “hey, do you wanna have sex later tonight? and I was all like “okay” so we keep making out and stuff when he decided he needed a drink, so he goes up stairs and his sister comes up to me and goes “You know we’re Zombies Right?” And I was like “EXCUSE ME!?” and she’s like “Yeah, you’ve been making out with the undead” and I was like “GOD DAMMIT! NOT AGAIN!” so boom flash we’re outside, I’m throwing Mojo around like it’s water Zombies are attacking Shea’s words of “Always Have a Zombie Escape Plan” are haunting me and I can’t remember one of the more effective spells so I had to use a different spell which turned out to be almost as effective and I just kept going “God. Dammit. Why does this ALWAYS happen and end this way?”

…so like, then I woke up and I was like “Dammit I can’t even have a normal date in my dreams. WTF!?

So yeah, that was my day.

open pasture

Béseme

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Subject: Béseme

Date: Sunday 12/25/05 1:37:00 AM

Tags: writings: poetry, writings: vignette

Béseme

Columbia

I see you across the street, looking to me as you quickly turn away, lion like your hair falling in front of your eyes/the front of your shirt unbuttoned revealing your abs/the band of your boxers and I follow the trail down the center of your stomach to check out the rest of the man that I see before me/this summer heat about to give way as the clouds gather in the night time sky/the Latin quarter his black leather belt outlining him/so tempting crowning the tight jeans which lead to black boots as this man begins to move/walking like he’s preparing for war/a predator stalking his prey as he moves across the cobblestone street/this block party comprised of dangerous men with dangerous guns and dangerous drugs/the kind that come from within/that four letter word for which men have sewn their heart on their sleeve:raised the flag:died: Love.

And as he approaches me, pressing me with a knee as he leans in against the wall from which I was using as support with two skillful fingers he unbuttons the top of my shirt/as he looks bends down to whisper in my I ear as his stubble runs across my face like a whisper but it vibrates through my head “Béseme” as he grabs my hair from behind and we collide while the rain begins to fall the steam rising from the street/his clothes clinging so perfectly/his white shirt so revealing

As my shoulders work back and forth and we move towards where the rain is pouring down harder/a brief reprieve from the summers heat/alcohol pumping through our veins/a corona in his hand which he hangs over my shoulder as the other explores me/for a rough man he moves so gently and again he whispers in my ear “Béseme”

Our shirts coming off now/the colt tucked in the back of his jeans but finding home within his back. His hands holding my face and suddenly I find that we’re breathing for:through each other and before I know it I’m being carried up four flights of stairs as we enter his apartment/he kicks open the wooden door and he throws me down onto the bed/next to me a carafe of water and some old stone glasses and I hear him again whisper to me as he straddles me and leans in “Béseme.”

open pasture

Béseme

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Subject: Béseme

Date: Sunday 12/25/05 1:37:00 AM

Tags: writings: poetry, writings: vignette

Béseme

Columbia

I see you across the street, looking to me as you quickly turn away, lion like your hair falling in front of your eyes/the front of your shirt unbuttoned revealing your abs/the band of your boxers and I follow the trail down the center of your stomach to check out the rest of the man that I see before me/this summer heat about to give way as the clouds gather in the night time sky/the Latin quarter his black leather belt outlining him/so tempting crowning the tight jeans which lead to black boots as this man begins to move/walking like he’s preparing for war/a predator stalking his prey as he moves across the cobblestone street/this block party comprised of dangerous men with dangerous guns and dangerous drugs/the kind that come from within/that four letter word for which men have sewn their heart on their sleeve:raised the flag:died: Love.

And as he approaches me, pressing me with a knee as he leans in against the wall from which I was using as support with two skillful fingers he unbuttons the top of my shirt/as he looks bends down to whisper in my I ear as his stubble runs across my face like a whisper but it vibrates through my head “Béseme” as he grabs my hair from behind and we collide while the rain begins to fall the steam rising from the street/his clothes clinging so perfectly/his white shirt so revealing

As my shoulders work back and forth and we move towards where the rain is pouring down harder/a brief reprieve from the summers heat/alcohol pumping through our veins/a corona in his hand which he hangs over my shoulder as the other explores me/for a rough man he moves so gently and again he whispers in my ear “Béseme”

Our shirts coming off now/the colt tucked in the back of his jeans but finding home within his back. His hands holding my face and suddenly I find that we’re breathing for:through each other and before I know it I’m being carried up four flights of stairs as we enter his apartment/he kicks open the wooden door and he throws me down onto the bed/next to me a carafe of water and some old stone glasses and I hear him again whisper to me as he straddles me and leans in “Béseme.”

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Awesome!

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Subject: Awesome!

Date: Friday 12/23/05 1:57:00 AM

Mood: ecstatic

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Steve & I are gunna rock NYC Feb 10-13 (though he’ll be there a bit longer than me).

I used some of my credit to book a 54.00 flight down there and a 54.00 flight back, I still have like $250.00~ish in credit too =D Awesome, though I do need to remember to get a Metrocard while I’m down here to save me time at AirTran.

Okay, back to stuff & things

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Five Weird Quirky Habits Meme

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Subject: Five Weird Quirky Habits Meme

Date: Monday 12/5/05 10:25:00 PM

Tags: blog: meme

FIVE WEIRD QUIRKY HABITS

Tagged by gryvon

1.) I only write in Black Ink…I hate pencils; if I make a mistake I cross it out with one line and continue. I prefer writing things by hand then by typing, I have a nostalgia for the art of letter writing.

2.) I always listen to music while writing poetry

3.) I keep mirrors all over my house…I find them an excellent font of information for looking at things from different angles.

4.) I’m never without a bag…ever.

5.) I’m never without my datebook…ever

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Five Weird Quirky Habits Meme

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Subject: Five Weird Quirky Habits Meme

Date: Monday 12/5/05 10:25:00 PM

Tags: blog: meme

FIVE WEIRD QUIRKY HABITS

Tagged by gryvon

1.) I only write in Black Ink…I hate pencils; if I make a mistake I cross it out with one line and continue. I prefer writing things by hand then by typing, I have a nostalgia for the art of letter writing.

2.) I always listen to music while writing poetry

3.) I keep mirrors all over my house…I find them an excellent font of information for looking at things from different angles.

4.) I’m never without a bag…ever.

5.) I’m never without my datebook…ever

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Back in B-Lo

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Subject: Back in B-Lo

Date: Monday 11/28/05 1:39:00 AM

Music: A little less conversation – Elvis

So I arrived in Buffalo at 11:52PM (Eli really made good time driving) and after remembering that I parked my car in a different area on campus and going “I really hope my car wasn’t stolen” then being told that no one, even drunk, would ever steal a mini van i remembered where I parked it; so I get there and I enter my car and go to fill up the gas (I’ll be damned if I leave a full tank for ANYONE to siphon while I’m on vacation, and I sure as hell wasn’t leaving my car in my apartment complex’s parking lot where the kids could run a shopping cart into it) and I drive home and the entire time I’m going “I did remember to flush the toilet, vacuum, etc, etc, etc…” thousands of “I really hope I took care of that…” running through my head…

I come back, unlock my mail box, get my mail, walk up the two small flights of stairs to my apartment, open the door…and there is my beautiful apartment, smelling nice and fresh just the way I left it, with nothing wrong…Whew…I hate having to leave in a rush, but I’m glad I left everything in order even being half awake.

I have a shit load of work to do later today; I’m debating going foodshopping now though because I’m hungry not to mention how much studying I have to do before finals.

Expect a real post shortly; I’ll read everyone’s blogs later today.

Alice give me a call.

Peace.

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