Certainly Tonight inthe Bright Blue Moonlight

saw Widower last night. got to talk to two fantastic gentlemen. one in particular, who actually invited me out for the evening... went here when I was there: University of Limerick (see right), where he was studying Environmental Law. small world.

which made me realize....

1) i love the peddle steel

2) i am not a city girl

3) i love my cowgirl boots and big belt buckles

4) i'm a sucker for bourbon

5) i like men with beards

i hope he calls back. i make horrible first impressions.

Marriage Kills

TO ALL OF MY FRIENDS GETTING ENGAGED OR MARRIED....

just stop already!

you're driving me crazy with your invitations and announcements. sure i'll go, but i promise it's so that i can dance with your brother and get shitfaced with your mom. you know i'm vegan, so sure the salad looks fine. it will go great with the 13 glasses of champagne, 2 bottles of wine, and a various array of cocktails, beer, and shots i will plan on guzzling.

if i'm forced to perform this meaningless celebration my color theme will be hot pink and leopard print, live snakes will be my center pieces, and your gift must be a sex toy, alcohol, or drug. we might as well all just meet on JamCruise or rent a boat, let's get the New Deal, Phish, Pretty Lights, and I don't know maybe the Bouncing Souls and The Cure with special guest Morrissey to play. why the fuck not.

you cut the sleeves off perfect good shirts.

Remembering February.

I've never walked with so much height as when you are in the room. Tonight I am 10ft tall and everyone else will part ways when I smile through sangria lips. Your coolness makes me shimmer and I 'm not even wearing clean clothes. I'm not heavy. I'm game. I'm the raw rare spicy meat that is hard enough to catch but even harder to tame. I've got even bulk to sink your teeth into. Bite me. Hard. I won't sell you short. I see you absent mindily pushing the curls down that twist out over your ears and I want to claw your white shirt off. Others see the backs of your smooth rounded jeans, that quick flash of a smile, the glint of the light off your sharp canines, the pulsing dart of your eyes as you look her up and down admiring the flowers of her dress. I don't mind that others see you hungry like the wolf. I see your barefoot feet and admire their smooth whiteness... as they kick between my legs, behind my knees pushing me onto you as you sink your lips into my neck. Bite me. Harder.