So hold on.

[leanneiva]

Last night I decided to put into action on of those “movie moments.” You see, I’ve always wanted to live something out of the Big Chill, where they all dance around the house to Marvin Gaye and bump hips and just... bliss. So I spent a long stretch of the afternoon listening to REM’s “Everybody Hurts” on repeat because I decided that if by next

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[anniejade]

Instantly favorited.

I enjoy your writing so much- thank you for giving pleasure through your melancholy.

Keep writing- this entry was touching.

[anniejade]

On a side note (and a far less serious one in the spirit of moving on):

a) I did not know the boy's name was Matt
b) On a more ironic note, that his name is Matt and he has big size 14 feet. hmmmm.... maybe a quality that accompanies a name?
c) To hear a certain Leanne Cardwell talk of spending every night in a boy's room was nothing short of a catch-me-off-guard moment

Ok, so yah, you are more than welcome to return to the hot hell of AZ and say hello to a job and health insurance. And a roommate if you need one!

[leanneiva]

haha, thanks Annie. I will keep all of your comments in mind. Hank also wrote a version of this event. Maybe, with his permission, I will post the two side-by-side. :D

[chopstick_kitty]

when you say that hank wrote a version of this event you mean, he wrote a version of you and the boy with large feet slow-dancing in a hawaiian bedroom? because i was already creeped out with the imagery of michael stipe lurking in the corner while you danced, now i have to throw hank into the opposite corner, with a notepad in hand?

[leanneiva]

nah, he just wrote a different version of the same story. And his didn't involve michael stipe.