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<|2005-05-15| |11:36 a.m.|> <|Unexpected Wet Ass Sucks|>
I love watching Leon on Sunday mornings. He's all sprawled out on the fugly futon with his feet up on the papisan chair. The dog rests her little chin on his bony knee. His long arms dwarf the newspaper, and belie how cumbersome it can be to hold open before the morning coffee has kicked in. His small-framed glasses (picked out by his old roommate P.E. Polly, specifically to look as "gay as possible" so I would like them...hee) slip down his nose whenever he leans over to ash his cigarette. His icy-blue eyes are just a little heavy-lidded as he reads. I never thought I could possibly be so enamored with another human being. There are days when I miss living alone, the security in knowing that I would never, ever have to worry about falling into a toilet bowl at 3 a.m. because someone with a penis didn't put the lid down, the minimal amount of laundry that only ONE person creates, the time when I could make broccoli in my own kitchen without someone making gagging sounds, having my own fucking closet, but.... I'd miss this more. I'm lucky to even know him, I'm lucky to be alive, |