so spookily perfect

shit is panning out okay.
lots of ideas. the funny thing is: will i do them?
(ha!)
there was a crisis, but it's been averted. patience is bliss or annoying or rewarding or a virtue or something.
i'm excited for mitchell on friday and c'mon on saturday. lots of various rocking, lots of variations on intoxication. very well. up this morn early with the hens. pain lured me back to sleep and i shoved the hotpad on my flat stomach and laid on it like the unattended invalid that i was until i was woken up by my work's number to be reinvited to a knitting party but i'm doublebooked-- so nope for the knitting. next week in its stead. blake and i got prepared and watched the gay marriage simpsons episode which was just what we needed. went downtown and watched a teller drink coke and get off early. had another teller be a jerk and not allow him to pay his taxes. fuck the bank. fuck the bank we went to. fuck the bank. the local record shop was sold out of the misfits album i was looking for. asshole! used the bathroom at my favourite public loo (like i'm telling you). borrowed space balls from the library. got a japanese cookbook i've had out atleast four times before. now i have fried tofu pockets-- things are very different now. went bag shopping. no success. got some icecream-- greatly successful. two scoops: 1)roasted pear with riesling 2)soy chai. so perfect. i'm going sans sucre again pretty soon now (excepting perfect occasions) and i had to get the diomiourge out of my system. finishing up our icecreams, we arrived home to find some homies on our porch. no neighbours anywhere. we chortled and excused ourselves and a.j. asked us, "hey, you don't mind if we smoke this joint on your step, doya?" and we're all like, "no, man, no-- go ahead." it was awesome. one fewer gang of homies that might swarm us. we laughed endlessly at this initiation into spring in our hood. now-- just finishing up the pot of rice pudding i made this morning, listening to the wiebe episode of let's get baked with mat and dave, putting off laundry and getting ready to watch some spooky show whose name i don't recall, but i'm sure i won't be able to forget after i've seen it. i still fit into my pants. so pleased i think i'll dance.