Play With Me.

Now there is a story to post. I didn't feel like writting about my weekend. I have it written down somewhere else on my computer...
So lastnight my ex came over. Of course my addiction to this elcetronic device kept me from showering (I was caught up in a discussion of "Science". You know, touching people, fucking people, doing destructive things all for the sake of science...haha) and so instead of perchance having have glimpses of my naked body, I decided it was best if I just washed my feet in a shallow bath. We sat together on the ledge of my bathtub with our feet in hot water (it was unbearable for awhile). I'm sure my parents think there is something wrong with me. I'm always in the bathroom getting wet with my friends...and this was the first time (to their knowledge) with a boy. After talking about how we were white trash or hill billies and his cats impending doom or spay, it was time to get out. I went looking for socks for him...explaining to my mother I needed socks because we were washing our feet together...yeah, it sounds weird.
After drying off and dinking around for awhile, we went to get him some food. So he was eating his vomit on a bun, I was ripping open my half of a chicken and we talked of many a odd things. Went to my room where we became lazy asses. My energy had faded at this point (I was bouncing around earlier, so it was nice to calm down, but I sort of crashed...good mood, just no fuel) so I just nattered on about whatever came to mind. It was nice to spend some good quality time with him...for a change. We did fine on the weekend, but we were also in a group. I think we will get ourselves into trouble one day...we are still relatvely sexual together (we don't kiss or have sex anymore, but we strip infront of each other, and touch...and somethings that would piss off anyone who was trapped in a relationship with either of us. Then again, that is how we have always been around each other), but who am I to care?

I have been dying to go out dancing! I highly doubt I would do so if given the opportunity, but I still have something inside me yelling at me to dance. So to kill it, I think I will find some bouncy jump around music to listen to and jump around attempting to dance on my bed in my underwear! Dancing is sooo much better when stripped down to the basics.
Something to fear is some footage of my friends band. They are playing great and it is there first show...but there is a drunk me at the end that is attempting to hide from the camera...my friend is going to get it onto one of his websites and I'm not getting cut from the ending. Sad sad...maybe it will get me some fame...haha. Apparently, I have to be apart of a band that may never exist. The vocalist is being forced into it, and she doesn't want to. The bassist and guitarist didn't or don't know about any of this. The drummer doesn't exist and I don't know how to play the keyboard to pull tasteful sound out of it. We will gather and get a show. We will start the first song and before we can even finish it, destroy our instruments on stage and walk away. Sure sounds like fun to me though...

The weekend was so very delightful.
Sometimes I do the most foolish things and feel so much better about myself.
Life is getting better. There is a hole in my heart right now, but my digestive gnomes are working on fixing that.
I DO BELIEVE
"Oh i do believe
In all the the things you say
What comes is better
Than what came before
You'd better run, run run, run run
To me
Better come, come come, come come
To me
Better run, run run, run run
To me
Better come
Oh i do believe
In all the things you say
What comes is better
Than what came before
You'd better run, run run, run run
To me
You'd better run, run run, run run
To me
Better come, come come, come come
To me
Better come"
-Cat Power