the freakin' weekend

it's so great, when ya write about something, and then it's like you just wrote a post-it, and stuck it on the fridge (oh, how i love fridge doors, i think they tell ya *so* much about a person). and then all is suddenly well...
and you start gaining a little perspective, and actually having weekends, and late night chats with your peeps, and eating dinner together, and talking, and reading stories together... as well as writing essays...

and then a weekend happens, and instead of getting pissed off that ya missed *two* parties cos you're a busy student, ya *GOK* up an outfit for Bulldog

for number #2 said party

and field a nine o'clock emergency phone call to two lost girlfriends on their way to number #1 said party.

and then the next day ya grab
kiddos and boyfriend

(yes, i just said the B word,
for the first time evah)
and ya head to the
Big Wide Open Spaces...
and for the first time
in yer life,
instead of stomping
that you're dragging them
to the beach yet again,
peeps say how much they've
missed it,
and you walk and walk
and swing and swing
and laugh and laugh
and talk and talk
and finally return home
full of the joys of living...