i could drink a case of you

i kissed a boy!!!

i kissed a boy and my eyes got weak. he kissed just like a girl. it was a sweet and tender kiss. his mouth tasted just right. his tongue was soft and subtle.

i kissed a boy and felt a surge through my body.

i kissed a boy... who was just a friend. until i kissed the boy....

now, i am struggling with these new feelings. new desires.

the boy kissed me.


(sigh)



can we kiss and be friends?



fortunately, the boy lives 73 miles away. otherwise, this could get pretty complicated quickly. as it stands, i need to spend a few days just revelling in what an incredible kisser the boy is....

if we lived closer, i'd shag him.

73 miles away.... sigh


kisses that made me sing joni mitchell's song, "i could drink a case of you" to myself and smile from ear to ear...

A case of you

Just before our love got lost you said
I am as constant as a northern star
And I said, constant in the darkness
Where’s that at?
If you want me
I’ll be in the bar
On the back of a cartoon coaster
In the blue tv screen light
I drew a map of canada
Oh canada
And your face sketched on it twice
Oh you are in my blood like holy wine
Oh and you taste so bitter but you taste so sweet
Oh I could drink a case of you
I could drink a case of you darling
And I would still be on my feet
Oh I’d still be on my feet

Oh I am a lonely painter
I live in a box of paints
I’m frightened by the devil
And I’m drawn to those ones that ain’t afraid
I remember that time that you told me,
you saidLove is touching souls
Surely you touched mine
Cause part of you pours out of me
In these lines from time to time

Oh you are in my blood like holy wine
And you taste so bitter but you taste so sweet
Oh I could drink a case of you
I could drink a case of you darling
Still I’d be on my feet
And still be on my feet

I met a woman
She had a mouth like yours
She knew your life
She knew your devils and your deeds
And she said
Color go to him, stay with him if you can
Oh but be prepared to bleed
Oh but you are in my blood you’re my holy wine
Oh and you taste so bitter, bitter and so sweet
Oh I could drink a case of you darling
Still I’d be on my feetI’d still be on my feet
Mmmmmmm

why write

journalling is an odd process. at times, i wonder, "what am i trying to capture?"
is this a snapshot of a moment?
a thought?
a feeling?
a prayer to God?
sorting through my thoughts?
or when pen is put to paper, a means to improve my sloppy cursive?
a way to become more insightful? more introspective?

it's humid. as i drink my coffee, i feel a strong desire to be seated next to a pool.
i miss my apartment with a pool in kansas city.

my thoughts are developing slowly today .

at moments such as this, it is better to read than write.