HI DAD, DON'T HAVE A CONNIPTION JUST YET.
i did not devour your rose martini in a coffee mug. i poured it straight into my palms & BATHED.

ha, or i just used the bottle as a prop. kay.



not to get caught in the crossfire of the upcoming cheesy season, but
i have this friend at work who has eyes as stunning as the cremae of a fantastic espresso & she fascinates me. admiration comes easily because she wears self-awareness like a charm bracelet, but she knows also of limitations like the way the wind must bow to the mountains sometimes.

anyway, she told me:

"nikki, if i made a list of the top ten people who inspire me, you'd be on it. i talk to you like you're my age & hell, even older. you're very mature for your age & you're one of the most intelligent people i know. you're an artist & i really admire you."

that's the kind of moment that you forget that brain is attached to heart is attached to lungs & this feeling beyond uttergratitudeawe shuts up even disbelief's disbelief.

the feeling is a little like subscribing to & fangirling over someone amazing on youtube & finding that reciprocated, but better. infinitely better.

meatcleaver.

Posted in: on Tuesday, February 12, 2008 at at 11:44 PM