Comments | plngpong: Back in the know...

plngpong

Back in the know...

Sep 28, 2004 14:05

Everything is slowly piecing itself together. It's two o'clock in the afternoon and I just got out of sed.strat. Last night - a bad move, I stayed up an hour later grilling the eggplants that I got from the public market - which were threatening moldsuicide. Nastalgia from this summer hit hard while I was whisking (with a fork - weak) the ( Read more... )

Comments 4

you can't deal with my infinite nature, can you? imn0tal0ser September 28 2004, 15:36:06 UTC

holla back.

and culinary dorks are the best - everyone likes someone who can cook. especially people who eat.

Oh man... sheleo819 September 28 2004, 18:50:58 UTC

...I miss you too. So much. I've been terribly neglectful, of you and of lj in general. I hope you're doing great; I brag about you all the time, and everyone oohs and aahs at your chair. :) You've always been marvelous for loving rocks and earth processes, which would be unique enough as it is if you weren't also a video game nerd (which is hot), a sophisticated cook (also hot), a wonderful singer/dancer/actress (which is triple-threat, triple-heat hot), a billion things I'm forgetting to mention or haven't worked hard enough to uncover, and also greatest, most selfless listener ever...and the most soulful AND idealistic AND grounded human being with whom I've shared a common oxygen supply.

You are the crucial pillar of my faith in humanity. No pressure or anything.

All my love,
Sarah

jonnytruant September 29 2004, 08:02:17 UTC

Hey baby. Chill out.

Next time I see you, don't know when since hopefully I'll be with the aussie's next semester, we should cook. Cook a lot. and cook it hot.

I'm making some portobello and spinach pesto penne for a friend tonight. I'm psyched. Still have to make the pesto though...grawr.

Give me a call next time you're feeling all topsyturvy overworked with those...fuck what are those called?...yeah emotions. silly.

latentinfection September 30 2004, 07:33:42 UTC

i miss you, woman. i wish we had seen each other this summer. i find that you are constantly a source of joy in my life; you are refreshing and brilliant and i wonder why it is that you spend time fretting over people who aren't positive in your life, who bring situations that make you feel so poorly, and why it is that nobody seems to be encouraging you to step outside of yourself. then i remember that you are only human, that they are only human, as am i. and i wonder, being so out of touch with the average american, is it shameful to study the self, the human condition; to split your focus between rock and soul? is that something that most must do in secret and could this be why it is a festering beast that builds exponentialy, a tornado of emotions and guilt ( ... )