I can't believe I never told anyone on here that I have a newer, much lovely blog.  www.theplaneslanded.blogspot.com   melissa started up a blog on there and I had to follow.  I like it.

farewell, xanga, you were a great gateway drug

pierce

i don't believe i even finished my last entry.  it was haphazard and it was taking forever to type.  i only have reliable access to the internet at work and i have to use it cautiously in between customers that need my expertise.  today there are no customers.  it is black friday.  the busiest shopping day of the year.  but when you work in retail that targets small to medium businesses who normally close on the day after thanksgiving in order to go christmas shopping you will not have a great deal of traffic.  so it is just me and the product stocking lady.  she is kind.  she is a tad ornery but with that sort of flare that makes short, older ladies more pleasant than senile, invalids.  and that wasn't a jab at either sort of person.  i was only saying.

so black friday just so happens to be my dearest lady's twenty first birthday.  i dedicate all that i do today to her.  to her beauty.  to her spunk.  to her heart.  to her enduring love, smile, spark, giddiness, companionship, desire, generosity.  to her.  melissa, my gorgeous song, you make living a fantastic daydream.  you capture my imagination and you put the lovliest thoughts into my head.  i always and will always think and dream fondly of you.  i truly adore you.  no florid language manages the amount of flowery, ooey-gooey, love i have for you that i want to tell you all about.  so let's spend the rest of our lives talking about it.  every meal.  every bedtime.  every nap.  every everything.

to her
pierce

it is okay to walk out in the cold.  walk out.  about.

"stay golden" 

say, "au revoir" out loud.  again.  and again.  mmm.  something about sense.  sensing.  sensation.  senational.  seasonal.  apple crisp.

it is okay to do anything in the cold.  i eat candy and wear shorts.  melissa wears skirts.  we drink diet coke and root beer.  it is all okay.  i am feeling some of the candy i ate earlier.

once, not so long ago, i taped some yellow legal pad paper to the edge of a picture frame that held a picture of myself and some old friends.  i wrote, "it is good to remember the death of certain things" on that yellow paper.  this candy feeling is making me think that perhaps it is also good to remember the moderation of certain things.  but not the moderation of friends.  pour it on.

on me
pierce