love

have you ever loved somebody so much that if they're away from you, you just want to be with them again so badly that nothing else matters?

it wouldn't matter if the world collapsed around you and everything all just went to hell, so long as they would show up again and you two could carry on?

nothing else matters, just seeing them again. and maybe they feel the same thing for you. and you could just die. but you don't.

it's always like that. and it never is.

always.

phone number

and i have a phone number again. that i'm actually at, and can actually receive. not that anyone will call, but it's nice to think that they might. "i've seen your face before, my friend; but i don't know if you know who i am."

Pêche Lambic, and vodka & orange juice and vodka & soda. Escape From New York. literally and figuratively.

i kissed a girl; and i'd do it again.

wishing upon a star (even if it's the moon)

star light, star bright, first star i see tonight
i wish for new life and new love and lasting joy.

ok, it's the city, and star sightings are fewer & farther between. but while riding home from Diesel, Saturday late, i found my old mistress moon out presiding over the night; it was so *good* to see her again and i made my wish.

and i've also been reborn and transformed -- hairwise, that is. perhaps the hair will help with the wishing. :-D