hmmmnnn and other bubbly words.....(twidles fingers and makes chipmunk noises)..hmmmnnnn..what to write, what to say, how to say it....i dig a pony...i almost bought cari an obese pink pony for christmas, oh how i would have loved to shell out 50 on a mate for Douglas (cari's 200lb polar bear that she stole from the church we grew up in). What would a cross between a polar bear and pony be? polny? polarny bear? polar bony?polar pear?
ahhhh sweet, sweet bob dylan.
the time between sunday morning and this moment, 11:44 pm December 20th , has been better than the best song. what song am i listening to right now? oh! well it's Bad Moon Rising performed by CCR. What cd or mp3 you ask? Dylan's scotland mp3. oh it's lovely. it's like, you think you know good music...you think you know some fairly cool non-mainstream bands and then you meet Dylan and if you want to know what music people will be listening to in 5 years just hop in his car. very impressive. here's the credit i owe him for the music i fancy: moldy peaches-2001, built to spill-2001, bright eyes-2002, matt sharp-2002, the shins-2002, iron and wine-2002, minus the bear-2003, and so many more, although i must let you know that i beat him to Damien Rice, and with that i wave my flag! oh and now it's Jim Croce singing New York's Not My Home!

so what what what did i do? well i met janna rose shields at the ferry and we drove. we purchased fuel and orange juice, i needed mittens but ended up with Boating gloves???? cari has boating shoes, maybe i'll stuff them in her stocking. ah well whaddya do? at least they were waterproof. and headed east, snowbound, eyes-a-gleam, and we talked about magical people and we pondered how we might come to own a school bus, and we let the trees become a cartoon strip, and we were afraid we would slip off the mountain, but so glad we weren't afraid to take risks, and we didn't understand why people think so many things are impossible or believe they're stuck, and there wasn't much snow but we stopped on the side of highway 2 and we treked down the brush across a bridge, (with rather large gaps mind you) and we came to the railroad tracks and we crossed those and we went up a hill, and we pretended for a moment that we were stuck forever and thought about how we would survive, then all at once we were lying on snow pillows decorating this gorgeous sun covered clearing, and gave birth to snowman, we called him jack, and left him with ae fond kiss...and then we severed.
janna waved goodbye and boarded the ferry for home. what next? well i brushed my teeth and landed in cari's living room. of course there was a drive between the two, but i got there either way and saw two designers, a boat-man, two missionaries/islanders/world travelers, a nutritionist and played the rold of the vagabond. Cherry hill lives on! Cari can cook! and with deliciousness. she even makes me consider eating onions.
(the song now is Pink Floyd-Wish you were here)
yessum, yessee, we were delighted with each other and now know i can't stop laughing at Cari because I can sense when she smiles. and finally!!!! after 3 years a decent picture, of Cari, Amber and myself.
now today was a bit different, i worked, which would have been fine but sometimes i don't like to sleep and so my energy equaled 4 hours of nappy nap time. but without my lack of sleep from last night i wouldn't have been able to have had the grand time at kiersten's today. for i arrived and the first thing i did was crawl in her bed. her soft, red, bouncy, warm, snuggly buggly, bed that i love more than any other. and just lying there while she painted and we listened to Keane and giggling with my eyes closed with her, imaging how silly the band really is when you see them live was so wonderful. i love doing the most normal of normal with kiersten because you see she's intrinsically spectacular and so she makes the ordinary into days you never thought you'd see. so we did that. then we ate chili and cornbread while watching the Muppet's Christmas Carol, and as she will tell you i fell asleep for several hours and it was the first time she had heard me snore but a "nice snore". i don't think i usually snore. i know i talk and occasionally sound like a dead boat motor if i'm sick. do i snore? i hope not. anyway Kiersten just feels like home to me.
now The Velvet Underground is playing and i'm pretty certain that i've rambled long enough for everyone to have lost interest. plinkety plock gitty click and a clock. good night