silly boy
12:23 a.m.
oh my, i had a fun little time after work yesterday.. i was silly, wacky, nutty, flirty, etc. i looked at moldy bread, and a car trunk full of....shhhh, i won't tell.
i did a plie, knees bent, arm outstreched, only to turn my head and see someone staring at me from their car...it was a funny moment. (i didn't get very far in ballet school.) i asked and answered funny yet personal questions.
then i went for my walk, smiling and giggling to myself.
if i ever lose that sense of play, i'm in big trouble...
i guess it's a bit late to try to "grow up" now...i'll leave that to others.
thanks again.
"flirt" isn't just a...sexual term, ok? this is from webster's dictionary, 1913...
"Flirt, v. i.:
1. To run and dart about; to act with giddiness, or from a desire to attract notice; especially, to play the coquette; to play at courtship; to coquet; as, they flirt with the young men."
well, yeah, something kinda like that, i guess...hehe,
i mean, i wasn't COURTING anyone!
i dunno, we all need to "play" more, i think.
an example of why i love it here...
walking through the park again...
midnight last night...
CAT ON DA ROOOOF!!!
geez, you'd never know i'm homo judging by those gutters...shameful!
look, fun is important, ok? time is...flying by, no matter how old you are. but i'm not into "ooh, if i only knew
then what i know now..."
that's pointless, and a waste of time. like...horoscopes...and, oh, i dunno, thinking everything has to MEAN something. there's no quicker way to madness than that.
HOW fucking profound, HA HA!
let's all get naked and dance around like fools...
love,
- m.