you’ll never know
how slow
the moments go
Had a very necessary Fat Boy confab last night. I really missed my girls, and it was good to have everyone in the same place again. Now, I obviously can’t discuss what went on there in detail, but I will say one thing - I had the hardest time not just running my mouth off to them the whole time about Crave. I want to tell everyone about it, but don’t always feel like I should. In any case, I said a little about it last night, but here is a little more. I haven’t ever been this happy in a relationship in my life. Where before there was emotional abandon with a caveat or two, here there is none. Where before things were almost right, here everything fits. We’ve spent every single day together for the last 35 days, and I have not even for a moment of that time wished I was somewhere else. He makes me feel (makes me feel, makes me feel) retarded. (Retarded!) Maybe you can see the shit-eating grin on my face right through the electronic ether, and maybe that’s okay with me. I just couldn’t NOT say this any longer.
Dear Freesia,
Want to play MASH on the inside of our Pee-Chee folders? Um, and cheat so it always comes out Yellow Dog or Crave, respectively?
Love,
Ida
PS Please tell the computer at the Theatre in the Shape of a Monster (Monster in the Shape of a Theatre) to pay better attention to my quickdraw keystrokes.
Yes, I would love to. Here is my prediction: I am going to live in a mansion, have two children, two cats, a dog, and I will work as a professional fringe actor in London. Did I mention that I am going to drive a Harley? I am also going to die at the age of 99 … of course, we could always try this again. ;)
I gotta say, yo. You did sound ridiculously happy last night. You’ve been so happy you never call anymore. But that’s a good thing.
Mansion dwelling fringe actor?
Dang, this Crave must be some bachellor heir, huh?
You go with your happy relationship, grrl. Those of us in the theatre who until this point didn’t believe that theatre-types can have that kind of relationship applaud (envy) you!
Yeah, I have to echo the sentiments above — you don’t ever have to apologize for being deliriously happy!
Pee-Chee’s? Do they still make those?
plus, you know, there’s all the rhinocerosivity…
Go, you. It’s pretty dang clear you’re pretty dang happy, even when you’re not running on about it.
dangit.
;)
Dear Freesia,
Want to play MASH on the inside of our Pee-Chee folders? Um, and cheat so it always comes out Yellow Dog or Crave, respecitively?
Love,
Ida