Peak
A few weekends ago a knocking on the door woke me up. I got up, walked to the door and asked, “Are you knocking on my door?”
“Yes.” said clearly, I hear a faint laugh.
I peak through the hole. It’s two men I don’t know. One looks like David Bowie, the other is younger, both well dressed. I open the door, in my boxers and wife beater, because you know, I care.
“Um...”
They’re at the wrong door. They want the cool spanish couple next to me. I walk back to bed laughing.
Last night people came by to buy stuff. A person in my bldg had emailed me for the bistro set. There wasn’t a connection until I told him my apt number a moment before he came down.
We’ve sortof met, he says, that day they knocked on the wrong door. Ah. The younger one. hehehe. He’s sorry I’m moving, he says within about 4 minutes. He buys all the bistro stuff. He takes my plants too. And a book on indoor plants. He is very easy on the eyes. His apartment is awesome. My slate matches perfectly. There’s gorgeous pottery that he made and gobs of books on his shelves. I touch his bedspread because it’s so beautiful. He’s got my exact apt 4 floors above me. I tell him he’s so gay. He laughs, looks at me and says, “oh yeah, completely” with a face that says he doesn’t mean it in the slightest. How to describe the way his expression changed without using silly words? I give up. rawr.
Lovely eyes. Dangerous smile. He looks different from moment to moment and I keep watching. Such an expressive face, his words keeps making me laugh. He’s surpressing a mixed accent from southern states. In between trying to remember his name I’m thinking, rawr. I mostly listen because I can’t seem to remember the point of anything I bring up. Those thousand little things I mentioned yesterday? he’s got a few. He brought wine from his apartment, we drank that. We gabbed. I served whiskey in tiny sanrio glasses when he mentioned he liked Makers (it’s the only hard stuff i have in the house, i have such good luck).
When we heard the theme of M.A.S.H. come on the tv it was a shock so much time had passed. I’ve just spent 6 hours with someone who was a stranger. I start laughing inside and out.
Mmm, stranger encounters. Funny how people like to talk.
Hey, if no one snatches up those lamps before you hit the road. Give me a shout out. I may need them for myself.
stranger indeed! hehe
sure babe, I’ll keep you posted about the lamps. dey coo
I know. I immediately thought of them for my office, but depending on what my financial situation is I may have to pass them up :(
well we could work out a deal involving, say, beers. i mean, it’s you. you’re my girl. but if someone shows up with money i’ll have to be a whore and take it ;)
wow. my mom just told me on AIM that she saw my site.
um.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!
of all the days. I’m talking rawr about a neighbor boy and I just said whore. this looks worse than normal. help!
oh dear
No help here. Not to be callous, but you did stick out there on the Internet…
Seems it’s just you and me today. Work’s slow. I’ve been catching up on e-mails and I’m heading out the door in 30.
You would have been so proud of me dancing like a Molly Ringwald wannabe to Brit Pop at the Black Cat on Saturday night. Woke up on Sunday feeling the effects of bouncing in boots for three hours straight!
i know, i know. and the thing is, anyone in the world can read this silly stuff and i don’t care. but my mom. my MOM. i’m reading all this stuff with new eyes, and it all looks so bad. i want to tear it all down, but i won’t. I’m imaging her at home, printing out each page and putting it into a notebook. That’s what she does. oh god. i mean, golly.
wow, that post was very ‘me me me’
I am VERY proud of you dancing the night away, just a shame I wasn’t around to help! I love their Brit Pop nights, cute stuff.
have a good night -thanks for keeping me company today L
So sweet. We gotta break your mom of the no swearing thing. We could list and define every swear word we know? Probably best not to. Mothers are sacred people after all.
they absolutely are. some kind of cosmic rule, “thou shall not traumatize thy mom.”
Ok ok,,, every now and then the mom might just say the eff word too..... but only on very meaningful occasions.. and when no one is listening… mamasita’s words of wisdom! Dont’ worry, they’re not all getting printed out. By the way, who’s the cute guy upstairs,, please tell me you know his name!
LOL I love you.
Yes, i know his entire name, and a good deal of his history. I just have a really hard time remembering normal names, he’s got a normal name.
Awww! Mamasita came to visit and I missed it! Hiya Mamasita.
So your mom reads your site. Don’t sweat it, Mia, darlin’. She loves you for the same reasons we do. Except for the birthing part. She’s got one up on the rest of us. But it’s mostly because you’re Mia, the awesome girl. And your mom’s got lots to do with that, no?
All this said, ain’t no way my mom gets to go to my site. :)
Gah! I just noticed the quote from The Little Prince. The fox is my favourite favourite!
Oh, how I yearn to be tamed.
girl27, and your beautiful posts make plain why we all love you.
you’ve got a great way of putting things, you are the fox on our little planet.
so who is this mr smith to whom you refer? it doesn’t seem like a matrix reference at all.oh and i just noticed the way you spell favourite, i used to do that to irk my english teachers. ah blue is her best colour ..
holy crap...I get busy for a chunk of day, mia’s mom comes to visit (hi mia’s mom), and the posts just explode.
...and yeah, girl27, who is this mr. smith?
:)
calvo, i missed you
:)
Mr. Smith is a handsome fella from DC. We met at the World Cycling Championships in October. See where it goes…
But he is not to be confused with Agent Smith, who is a little on the scary side to be dating.
yes, I remember mention of this fella.
smith from dc, you say?
oh yeah, we all know him...nice guy.
I knew you’d like him! But that’s not his real name, you silly. :)
And Girl27 isn’t my real name, either. See?
yeah...he told us about the alias thing.
just so’s you know...some of us think he’s not good enough for you, but we’ll respect your decisions all the same.
;)
his real name is boy29
whew...we crack me up.
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