angels and demons
one exorcism complete and this girl is less scattered. "your apartment looks like it could be in san francisco, but i like calling it 'frisco. wanna go?" sure, there's a trader joe's there.
i decided to freeze my feet as i go out on the street to yoga, what would jesus do? surely not risk comfort for vanity, but we don't use socks in yoga anyway, and jesus lived where it was hot.
thor came through and called me and it was a surprise, i talked to him about the ghost i thought i had that kept creeping (skeet skeeting) and taking my paints and brushes, sheet musics and gifts for bes, grrr..my paycheque was the last straw that broke the back of the camel that carried a wise man.
when i got home from being opened at heritage hall, i made the call to start moving shit around. the particular arrangement i came up with wasn't very feng shui, and since i am no longer 17, i came up with another plan. i got to get rid of a lot of things, junky things, the black light, the posters that kept falling down, and just as i pull back the curtain for one minute to finally clean the footprints off my ledge that marked the morality of the unclefucker who invaded my space, i sat down and zoned and when i focused, some creepy dude had ridden up to my window to tell me what? i don't know. i shooed him away, and decided that yes, i definitely have to move.
i was shaken, and made some calls. who's close by and can come over for a bit so that i can feel less shaken? call one, not heeded, but he wasn't really who i needed anyway. call two wasn't picked up but i sensed that it was because i told him that i didn't want to talk to him for a month. surprise surprise, in my circle of life, call 3 surprises me and calls back.
so much has changed, yet stayed the same with us. he makes it over in a jiffy and i'm wearing a red suit. i felt kind of silly because it was just a combination of my workout gear and my home gear, and the old folks in my yoga class don't flaunt their lululemon. not that i was, but i was pretty co-ordinated. he comments and we hug and get caught up.
i tell him the story about the extra spirit and show him the note i wrote on my empty canvasses (with no paint or brushes, i guess they'll stay that way) that reads "please stop making my shit disappearing". i laugh at the poor grammar, but he assures me that the supernatural are not sticklers for sentence structure. we both laugh at the whole thing, and our situation of coming back around in this continuum of circumstance, we both need to get the hell out of dodge three years ago, and though our timing together has never been right, (and it's still really not) we've never really been able to be together, or apart. i don't think it's gonna happen in vancouver, just because of reality's dictate...but maybe we need to take a trip.
we've both been through some things, we're at the same point in our relationships, and we finally cleared the air about that lovely/awful evening of our last meet. he's driving a car, and little red is on the bus, shift in the universe? we had some bad vietnamese food and discussed fire horses. i am overall hopefull because i think we were more honest than we ever have been, and yet, i know better than to expect anything. (sigh). all4now.
i decided to freeze my feet as i go out on the street to yoga, what would jesus do? surely not risk comfort for vanity, but we don't use socks in yoga anyway, and jesus lived where it was hot.
thor came through and called me and it was a surprise, i talked to him about the ghost i thought i had that kept creeping (skeet skeeting) and taking my paints and brushes, sheet musics and gifts for bes, grrr..my paycheque was the last straw that broke the back of the camel that carried a wise man.
when i got home from being opened at heritage hall, i made the call to start moving shit around. the particular arrangement i came up with wasn't very feng shui, and since i am no longer 17, i came up with another plan. i got to get rid of a lot of things, junky things, the black light, the posters that kept falling down, and just as i pull back the curtain for one minute to finally clean the footprints off my ledge that marked the morality of the unclefucker who invaded my space, i sat down and zoned and when i focused, some creepy dude had ridden up to my window to tell me what? i don't know. i shooed him away, and decided that yes, i definitely have to move.
i was shaken, and made some calls. who's close by and can come over for a bit so that i can feel less shaken? call one, not heeded, but he wasn't really who i needed anyway. call two wasn't picked up but i sensed that it was because i told him that i didn't want to talk to him for a month. surprise surprise, in my circle of life, call 3 surprises me and calls back.
so much has changed, yet stayed the same with us. he makes it over in a jiffy and i'm wearing a red suit. i felt kind of silly because it was just a combination of my workout gear and my home gear, and the old folks in my yoga class don't flaunt their lululemon. not that i was, but i was pretty co-ordinated. he comments and we hug and get caught up.
i tell him the story about the extra spirit and show him the note i wrote on my empty canvasses (with no paint or brushes, i guess they'll stay that way) that reads "please stop making my shit disappearing". i laugh at the poor grammar, but he assures me that the supernatural are not sticklers for sentence structure. we both laugh at the whole thing, and our situation of coming back around in this continuum of circumstance, we both need to get the hell out of dodge three years ago, and though our timing together has never been right, (and it's still really not) we've never really been able to be together, or apart. i don't think it's gonna happen in vancouver, just because of reality's dictate...but maybe we need to take a trip.
we've both been through some things, we're at the same point in our relationships, and we finally cleared the air about that lovely/awful evening of our last meet. he's driving a car, and little red is on the bus, shift in the universe? we had some bad vietnamese food and discussed fire horses. i am overall hopefull because i think we were more honest than we ever have been, and yet, i know better than to expect anything. (sigh). all4now.
