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porcelain woodpecker
30 May 2009 @ 05:20 am
last night was strange!
got called into work even though it was my night off, but it was so slow we spent most of the night mingling with customers instead of doing our jobs anyway. i literally collided with john nurse trying to make the mad dash for the last available bathroom, so he took me back to his table where aaron nurse was waiting and we had a drink and gossiped a little.
theirs is the most organic friendship i've ever seen, i have to say. i've tried to describe it here before, and i never quite manage. but: they speak in pairs; where one's sentence ends the other's floats on. conversation with the two of them is a constant flow of self-crafted shorthand culminated from years of co-existence, and random bouts of manic, uncontrolled laughter. it's occasionally indecipherable and unnerving, quick-fire random consonants, and even their voices are similar in the dark. (but i guess for all their sameness and the delight of conversation with the two of them at once, i like having john separate. in joint conversation he draws back to let aaron overpower him, his lisp gets less pronounced. the gentle smile he gives him sometimes-- when aaron's really on a roll and working himself up to such dizzying heights-- is the tell. sweet and simple.)
anyway, aaron left with some girl he picked up at the bar, while john waited around for a few hours for me to get off work. we danced off down the street and went for a long walk around the city. i like that i can have the weirdest, most honest conversations with him and know i'm getting back just as much as i'm giving. we meandered through secrets and lying and being made into diamonds, and eventually ended up at an old cemetery where we decided to settle in for a bit.
we propped ourselves against joseph and mary collier's gravestone and held each other's hands for hours in the dark, shoes off, passing cigarettes between the two of us. john doesn't smoke, and the only time i've ever seen him do it in eight months of knowing him is when he's dragging off mine. it makes the act of sharing mean a little bit more, i guess. we ended up rolling around half-naked in the grass at five in the morning. six months since the last time, and every once in a while that awful uncontrollable laughter of "is this really happening here?" would bubble up and we'd have hysterics and blush, but overall it was grand. after, he helped me pick pieces of grass out of my hair while i buttoned up his shirt and put his floppy brimmed hat back on his head.
we walked to the middle point between our two houses and he kissed me so hard the cut on my lip split open and we pinky-swore to never say a word. i like that we crash into each other and good things happen. it doesnt' happen often, but none of my memories with him are anything but wonderful and that is so very rare.
and vaguely relatedly, the bar's general manager is being way nicer to me now that he knows i used to live with them and that i currently live with morning teleportation. he kept hovering while i was trying to talk to them, bringing them free drinks and pandering like it was going out of style. what does he think, that they're going to get ap magazine down here to suck his dick?
mad rad is gonna be in town tonight so i'm trying very hard to get limbs to cover me so i can have the night off. darwin texted me all "GIRL I GOT A FORTY WITH YOUR NAME ON IT" so i'm pretty sure attendance is required by one alexandrea p. i want some hang time with him, p smoov, buffalo madonna, and the boys. they're playing with white fang at the meat factory, which is actually only like six blocks from my place, so there's no real reason not to go that i can see. except, you know. work.
also, i finally urban dictionary-ed the nicknames jordan's been using for me at work. all of them boil down to "hottie". lately he's been calling me "fly shorty" hahahaha oh goddd. i thought maybe he was just insulting my height! there is a big big difference between our slang, i think. or maybe i'm just that stupid, who knows?
and this is some shitty name dropping but
lou reed came into work last week. omg. still dying.
god my life is fucked up
got called into work even though it was my night off, but it was so slow we spent most of the night mingling with customers instead of doing our jobs anyway. i literally collided with john nurse trying to make the mad dash for the last available bathroom, so he took me back to his table where aaron nurse was waiting and we had a drink and gossiped a little.
theirs is the most organic friendship i've ever seen, i have to say. i've tried to describe it here before, and i never quite manage. but: they speak in pairs; where one's sentence ends the other's floats on. conversation with the two of them is a constant flow of self-crafted shorthand culminated from years of co-existence, and random bouts of manic, uncontrolled laughter. it's occasionally indecipherable and unnerving, quick-fire random consonants, and even their voices are similar in the dark. (but i guess for all their sameness and the delight of conversation with the two of them at once, i like having john separate. in joint conversation he draws back to let aaron overpower him, his lisp gets less pronounced. the gentle smile he gives him sometimes-- when aaron's really on a roll and working himself up to such dizzying heights-- is the tell. sweet and simple.)
anyway, aaron left with some girl he picked up at the bar, while john waited around for a few hours for me to get off work. we danced off down the street and went for a long walk around the city. i like that i can have the weirdest, most honest conversations with him and know i'm getting back just as much as i'm giving. we meandered through secrets and lying and being made into diamonds, and eventually ended up at an old cemetery where we decided to settle in for a bit.
we propped ourselves against joseph and mary collier's gravestone and held each other's hands for hours in the dark, shoes off, passing cigarettes between the two of us. john doesn't smoke, and the only time i've ever seen him do it in eight months of knowing him is when he's dragging off mine. it makes the act of sharing mean a little bit more, i guess. we ended up rolling around half-naked in the grass at five in the morning. six months since the last time, and every once in a while that awful uncontrollable laughter of "is this really happening here?" would bubble up and we'd have hysterics and blush, but overall it was grand. after, he helped me pick pieces of grass out of my hair while i buttoned up his shirt and put his floppy brimmed hat back on his head.
we walked to the middle point between our two houses and he kissed me so hard the cut on my lip split open and we pinky-swore to never say a word. i like that we crash into each other and good things happen. it doesnt' happen often, but none of my memories with him are anything but wonderful and that is so very rare.
and vaguely relatedly, the bar's general manager is being way nicer to me now that he knows i used to live with them and that i currently live with morning teleportation. he kept hovering while i was trying to talk to them, bringing them free drinks and pandering like it was going out of style. what does he think, that they're going to get ap magazine down here to suck his dick?
mad rad is gonna be in town tonight so i'm trying very hard to get limbs to cover me so i can have the night off. darwin texted me all "GIRL I GOT A FORTY WITH YOUR NAME ON IT" so i'm pretty sure attendance is required by one alexandrea p. i want some hang time with him, p smoov, buffalo madonna, and the boys. they're playing with white fang at the meat factory, which is actually only like six blocks from my place, so there's no real reason not to go that i can see. except, you know. work.
also, i finally urban dictionary-ed the nicknames jordan's been using for me at work. all of them boil down to "hottie". lately he's been calling me "fly shorty" hahahaha oh goddd. i thought maybe he was just insulting my height! there is a big big difference between our slang, i think. or maybe i'm just that stupid, who knows?
and this is some shitty name dropping but
lou reed came into work last week. omg. still dying.
god my life is fucked up
15 April 2009 @ 06:29 pm
slept at thomas's last night; the sandlot is an excellent movie. i am exhausted and feel like i could kill and eat an entire antelope but instead i'm just going to have a steak fuck yeahhhh steak
travis was like "yeah, i slept with shandi last night" and i was like "but she has a boyfriend and also thinks you're disgusting, how drunk was she?" but it turns out he's just a drunken douche and it was shayla he banged. so. hopefully he remembers her name now. that was fucked.
wampire (jesse's band) is playing tonight, eric texted me to tell me to come over. it's like a five minute walk, so we're all heading out in a couple of hours. it'll be nice to booze it up and see some old friends again. i feel like having that house show endeared me to everyone again, as fucked up as that is. i've been spending the past few months holed up in my room, but i've also come out of my shell a lot? it was easier to talk to them than it's ever been and i feel more confident than i ever have. this can only mean good things.
my landlords got me an interview at a local pizza place, what the fuck. they are awesome. but i guess me having a job benefits them, too, so. we'll see!
jordan is recording drums right above my head. again. i'm going to kill him, just fyi. when you see the headline "portland girl snaps; murders musician roommates" i guess don't cry too hard.
travis was like "yeah, i slept with shandi last night" and i was like "but she has a boyfriend and also thinks you're disgusting, how drunk was she?" but it turns out he's just a drunken douche and it was shayla he banged. so. hopefully he remembers her name now. that was fucked.
wampire (jesse's band) is playing tonight, eric texted me to tell me to come over. it's like a five minute walk, so we're all heading out in a couple of hours. it'll be nice to booze it up and see some old friends again. i feel like having that house show endeared me to everyone again, as fucked up as that is. i've been spending the past few months holed up in my room, but i've also come out of my shell a lot? it was easier to talk to them than it's ever been and i feel more confident than i ever have. this can only mean good things.
my landlords got me an interview at a local pizza place, what the fuck. they are awesome. but i guess me having a job benefits them, too, so. we'll see!
jordan is recording drums right above my head. again. i'm going to kill him, just fyi. when you see the headline "portland girl snaps; murders musician roommates" i guess don't cry too hard.