ok, ransom is a saint. he has allowed me to not only finish the last half-bottle of wine in the house, but i am allowed to drink it straight from the bottle.also, in addition to ransom and his enabling abilities, thank the heavens for a thousand other kindly young men, among them jeff who onece was vicious jeff who is now i guess called just straightjacket jeff, for explaining the world to me again, and in small words so that i might understand, there are more important things in the universe than myself amd my libido, thanks, and to the nice people at that other party, who i cannot have for various and sundry reasons, thanks for the hug anyways, and my dog is cute and wisely passed out, and sorry to the canadians, if i were more foreceful i would have hijacked one of you , and to the rest, had i more advance warning, things might have been better organized, and so on and so on...."things might have been better organized...." here's to that ridiculous hope, that tho often misguided, a bit silly, a bit deludeded, and often distracted by shiney things, that hope that somehow and someday the good people might still win///in that they might get to die happy...well, thank god to the last that liquor and caffeine are yet legal....why do i feel like i am trapped in some odd acceptance speech to the oscar of death?? anyways, , happy new year's! though i will never get to do it with tongue, (((DAMNED SCRUPLES!!!)))smooches, ahem and again, and to the moon, booze, music and freedom, ~josephine
# posted by josephine @ 2:33 AM
