things to know

if i were to go, i’d want people to know, i have a wicked sense of humor. i love shit that makes me laugh. i don’t mind raunchy. freedom is freeing. flying is living. i’m not afraid of dying. but i’m in no hurry to go. lots of things to do. curious about old age (dying). want to love more (fuck more too). play with more kids (make babies). read more books (all the greats, all the obscure, all the best). write more things (all the best). get kissed more (sigh). make more love (did i already–?). sing more songs (feel more bass). understand more (know everything). experience more (feel EVERYthing. i love oreo cookies and vanilla ice cream, natural light, sunshine, white sheers, silver things, soft sheets, the smell of laundry, taking pictures, seafood, and foreign movies. i like going to the bookstore and dancing in the dark. i would want people to know that i had a strong moral compass. i have a thing about right and wrong. i never want to waste time in dissolution because we could suddenly run out of time and where would that leave us? dead and at odds? yeah. i have a thing about that. i have a thing for frugality. the reality is simple. everyone i know needs to earn more and spend less and i’m fairly committed to spending the rest of my days figuring out how to do it. i like to drink wine, and i like nightlife. i am a bit of a night person, i suppose, and this, at times, turns my attention to more morbid matters. i am not bothered by the processes of human life; my frustration with the life cycle would be futile. but because i am well aware of my limitations as a flesh and blood woman, i am devout about resolution. massages bring me closer to god, and yet, i am agnostic, always questioning, always wondering, committing to the commitable, steadfast in sleepiness, in love i trust, all the queen’s sons and all the queens’ men, sometimes, you see, i trail off in vixen-ness… still wanting to have that baby, “truth be told.” somebody sent me a nasty song about debt last week; maybe i’ll figure out how to link to it. (what? you can’t play songs on blogs?) people should also know that i trail off. a lot. i frequently veer off the path, take the wrong turns, apply make-up while driving, make sporadic u-turns, ask many questions, write lots of notes, draw lots of maps, drive fast and crazy, and sometimes get behind slowpokes, just to slow my self down (do i do that in real life?). i am so literal (for real). my boyfriend (partner) might say i stretch the truth. (boyfriend? what a weird term. let’s call him something else. give him a symbol maybe? how’s “®“? i think that will work nicely…) ® might say i stretch the truth at times. most likely, ® wouldn’t say anything at all, and so there you have me again, just asking question after question…