it's never over

The day was long and wonderful, I spent the morning ecstatic and the afternoon exploding, I have voiced now: we are made together of the same earth and I am whole heartedly enthralled.

"And with everything you said

Although it may sound rushed

I don't use this word lightly, I'm not one to push

But I can honestly say with complete truth

By the gospel of your moves

That I'm in love with you."

I took a weekend off of work to meet him halfway. We'll spend Saturday driving up/down to Red River Gorge in Kentucky to hike and camp out for a few days. That's how it should be. We meet halfway for the ones we love. Compromise and sacrifice are two things I have much to learn about, but how wonderful he is, the peace I have knowing, it doesn't make me mind a damn bit. I will be patient for this.

He's waiting on his visa for Sudan, to work in the dirt and sweat. I'll make the effort to see him as often as I can before he leaves, if he leaves. If he goes, we'll roll with it. Make it work. I can wait. If he doesn't go I'm going to make him a new home in my arms.

albatross

Since waking up this morning at 5am for work, I've been on my feet running around the cafe and carrying furniture around the city. Some lovely vintage sectional couches were waiting in an alley way behind the bank: I catered to their beckoning call and with the help of my dear friend Evan, we lugged them into my 3rd story attic apartment (but not before carrying them through various allies around the neighborhood, taking two trips downtown and removing the front door.) I've spent the last 3 hours scrubbing and disinfecting, sanding and clipping, and $30 overall on cleaning supplies and labor. Not bad for a couple of sweet ass vintage couches, but I still can't figure out why the previous owners felt it necessary to wrap each leg in a half inch layers of ragged orange and brown duct tape. It's a good thing I didn't nab that couch at the Salvation Army for $300. Dumpster diving is a full time job. Always keep an eye open, people throw away good furniture because they don't want to put up with cleaning it. This will be "our" couch.

I think most people are that way about a lot of things. It's not that I was ever against repairing things broken, but I'm more the kind of person to wait around until I find something worth really working on. I just recently left my boyfriend of a year and a half for my childhood love. It's funny the way you seem to re-meet people as you grow older and move away for college. After ten years I'm still just as crazy about the guy as I did the day he asked me to sit on the bus with him. We'd listen to Nirvana and Green Day together with a crappy foam headset. Now he flies up to Chicago so we can drink champagne on the front porch and sleep on the floor after long days of lovemaking and movie watching. His name is Chris. He's one of eight people's birthdays I've ever remembered. We have the same tattoo. We're going to dance down the isles. He makes me crazy.

genesis

"I'll love you 'til the cows come home, but after that you have to leave."

Writing songs is hard for me. I can only write about two things, love and smoking. Two things that ruin lives and good sleep more than anything else. We can slaughter ourselves and others, but the only thing that matters in the end is that we get what we want and we had a good time doing in. Welcome to the world we live in, lovers of the light and color chargers.

My heart is going to Sudan, where are you going.

Go Barons.