happy birthday,moon
great book. not to be condused with goodnight moon, which is also a notable and glorious book.

so alissa generously gave me a telescope- a wonderful and intruiging gift. thank you. i totally saw the moon. it posed just like it did all of those erotic national geographic pull outs. sexy moon. i somewhat doubted the moon's existence, like the same way i doubt history.well, not all of history, but you know. call me one of those selfish, well i won't believe it til i see it or one of those freakish that is not a moon, it is a sockpuppet people, but i couldn't feel any direct emotional attatchment to a blurry nightlight until i rubbed my eyes clean and saw every detail of earth's own darling satellite and absorbed its beauty. it really is incredible. it looked dead- so still grey and cracked- but there was nothing macabre about it- it was just this incredible organic piece of art suspended in oblivion.i honestly trembled the good trembles. it looked so close i wanted to pluck this dusty jawbreaker from its star- lit shelf and plop it in my mouth- let my tongue roll it around against the roof of my mouth and press it again and again until i found a perfect rythym then i wanted to push my tongu gently in its craters and probe about in its creases-tasting heaven and everything that was ever sucked into it.

anyway, besides wanting to have a somewhat perverse relationship with the moon- i had a pretty tight weekend. got an elvis cd from migeul! elvis really was the king. hmm, got trashed- nice nice- called everyone i knew and loved at the same time. *note to my peeps* i am sorry it took a wild night boozin to distill my apprehensiveness and my laziness and my inability to keep in touch but it sure was great leaving you all those amazing messages! i serioulsy drank like 5 pounds of liquor this weekend. and it is crazy cause one doesnt measure liquid in pounds- but i totally did. believe it
" i am glad i have a torso to keep my organs inside or else they would be lost and drowned in a sea of booze"~kala

went to applefest with mommy. had my hair braided like a pony- got some real candy apples and not just "red on a stick" saw my daddy and my dog.
good times

strained my chordes and didnt get any rest. not so good times. BUT i will totally be healthy for tuesday. fo sho!

aight, i just remembered i have a fucking meeting for work tomorrow after i work for 9 hours, they sexpect me to stay there an additional 2 or 3. fuck that. anyway, that means i need some sleep.

piece and love