Laughter in the Snow - September 18th, 2004

"have you guys seen that new vibrator that hooks up to an i-pod and vibes you in time with your favorite music? They Might Be Giants, here I come!"
~quote courtesy of.. um.. some online person named Ritchey.


I discovered (miss?) Ritchey this morning while looking up some lyrics I found on my computer which I weren't sure were lyrics or not. I think they must be Darin's. But, the first webpage I looked at, unbeknownst to me, carried no lyrics at all. It was a ritchey blog entry, which looks like this. And I found it beautiful and random. Kinda like my head.

so maybe I will reply to how are you with song titles.
maybe I will write, without posterity, without poetry, but both between and far.

Maybe I will take a shower so I could get out of here. -_-'
I love you all

~kace

Quote courtesy of the presidents of the united states (band, not reality). Also "It's a growing orgasm!!" courtesy of my wife. (I think that is indirect- I will get the actual quote as soon as I get home)
Because guess where I am? Wife's house. It is my wife's 18th birthdae! (misspelling intentional) and we have been having fun for most of the morning, except when we went to Island bistro for brunch and there was no breakfast food and I was sad because I cannot eat normal food first thing in the morning. Fortunately there was bread. Whee. Afterwards we went blackbirding, she and I, because "Jamin" had to go back home. We are picking him up in the soon time.

I got an image, listening to Alanis Morrisette in the car. It's half built visibly, but I know what it is. There's a girl, and a boy, in profile in an offwhite world. The boy is facing the girl, and the girl, although I cannot see her, is facing me. it's artsy. Between them flow the smoky tendrils of words.. dark but at the same time colourful and bright, deep inside of them. they billow from just in front of his chest. The two are expressionless.

Whee! Wife is wearing her black shoes and will be taller. =P
This is amusing. I am much happi. So much for a day of cleaning, eh?

Wife was lovely with toothbrush and hair up. I shall be taking of the pictures soon, and it will be good. Wheeeee

"Massive gorilla, put down your chew toy, take a break. Think about the cages, in the zoo where you spend your life eating steak."

"Yay for black shooes!"

~KC-chan aka Janus Kosciusko, husband of Mary ^-^

"It's an orgasm growinng...." - Wife
"You still have a little skirt in your teeth, Ben." - Sean (Wife's pa)
"Greht food n drink" - a bar sign
"It looks like colon cancer... whyy, did I just say that." -Myself.
"Sho', massah." - Packard and I
"POKE AND DESTROY!" - Wife and I


And so many more. And blushes. I haven't been that blushy in an aggggee. I had to put money in a belly dancer's skirt, who was already making me feel a little out of place... *blush*
But now I really want to be indiana jones style and go traveling in arabia morocco egypt style..
woo eating food with fingers that smell of rosewater. And mint tea.
And the belly dancer swinging into the room, knocking over some food into Packard, so he now has a sticky ass stain.

I do love my family.

Also.. "Imagine splaying your legs over that..." - Packard.
I also saw the scott children and was able to introduce them to wife and packard. They are so sweet. Not only the children but wife and packard too ^-^ I was thinking this morning I am not sure if I have best friends, anymore, but if I have any it would be those two and the rest of my family who I rarely see.

there was a specific quote from when I was blushing I should blog. But I do not remember. It's like flitting firebugs, full of dust.

this is what I should do for polinsky. Write a teen story from my point of view. About my story. There, I can bring in synesthesia.

(I want to be one of two. I want to protect, to be protected. I want to be feel the justiceness that gives me the growl in my throat and the roar in my eyes, in those beginning of days.. right now I just want a woman/girl. I guess it doesn't need to be who it used to need to be, The age old tale of shiori, and juri, and nawanai. Because that tale has been ended. I am forever gone. A locket was thrown into a lake. Now I need an Anthy to my fillete revolutionaire... the old tales still hold magic, though. I don't think I'll ever stop loving anyone I have ever loved. ((really loved. Dave's a diff. matter)) and love is so much.. will I be able to tear myself away, from this little island country?


easily...)

Thank you Nicole and Ben for a wonderful day. Happy birthday Mary.

~Katherine (what would it be like to hear that name as I originally knew it to be.. that poem is so ancient yet warm.)

(my face is a shamehole?)

Because isn't that the story I've wanted (and known I've wanted) all along...?

I post too much.

I WILL BE SLEEPING SOON

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