Tuesday, December 06, 2005

cupid should be drawn & quartered

word of the night:

ephemeron [iˈfeməˌrän] noun
an insect that lives only for a day or a few days.

in a twist of fate that can only happen in a cheesy chick flick or to yours truly, i've somehow met a guy with tattoos & travis bickle hair who wants to be the gauguin to my van gogh. (yes, that's how we Artistic Misfits talk...over coffee...aren't you jealous?)

we philosophized & showed each other our self-inflicted scars while sipping martinis from chipped glasses last saturday night after failing to get into a sold out performance of 'no exit;' it's hard not to like someone who'd invite a near-stranger to see a sartre play & be the only one at his impromptu birthday party.

we've slept (& more) together but haven't had sex yet -- because as i'm the innocent-ish virgin in this maybe-relationship, he's letting me take the lead & i have my period & am bleeding like crazy...i do like the biting & kissing, though.

[if i wasn't drunk & determined to document my life as it is happening, i'd be blushing right about now.]

all this is still very Surreal & i've been walking around in a daze because i still can't believe that there's someone out there that i can consider an equal who likes me in all my fucked up glory.

it kind of snowed on sunday, by the way.


At 11:18 a.m., December 07, 2005, Blogger Jege (Jen) said...

Right on! Enjoy your Gauguin!

At 2:31 p.m., December 07, 2005, Blogger Rawlz said...

Having human emotions is so conformist.


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