mum and i picked up the diningroom set last night, now it stands proudly in TT and i's house...prim and stately -- poised on its four queenanne legs -- and dark dark mahogany with a grande-piano finish.

oh my. i think we just grew up a little more...

"...i'm waiting for the night to fall...
when everything is bearable
...and there in the still
all that you feel
is tranquillity..."

for some reason i always thought the lyrics were:

i'm waiting for the night to fall...
when everything is paramour.

but, no. i suppose it is the romantic seeded deep in me. hmm...romantic seed? heh. *wonders if her TT is a romantic at heart* i think so...gazing at the moon and sunsets and the ocean...my love, the dreamer. we are so different, and yet agree on so many levels. perhaps this is why we do not argue, fight, bite with gape-ing maws -- perhaps we are not c0cks in the ring, c0cks of the walk. perhaps we are tiny, frightened...clinging to each other to avoid stepping back on that high, towerd platform, the one in the middle of the yawning abyss of insanity...

...and perhaps i am projecting...heh.

and tonight, ennui.

for it is our anniversary, one year, tha anniversary of two bodies exploring, hot in the night. two bodies disregarding what They(tm) think is right...tell us to do. we acted on instinct, skin seeking skin, inhaling each other...

...and suddenly touched, never again to be the same...

damn
you
denver.