bleeker than you !!!!!!!!!

Well there is the end of the day, whirrling by; I'm doing the best I can under the circumstances I guess. Well to start with, my girl lives 2500 miles away in Portland, Oregon. She is the love of my life that girl in Oregon, her name is Heidi Linden and she has a found last name. The term found, in this case, refers to a monologue in the theater world taken from any book of fiction or non-fiction, other than a play. Heidi is my favorite heroine by the way, she makes my mouth water, I get dizzy from time to time thinking of our beautifully intense relationship and the things we have yet to do with each other, or too each other, whichever the case may be. Her name, yes, well she chose it while traveling through Paris alone one summer, she was captivated by the beauty of the Linden trees lining the Champs Elyses.

So when she arrives home to the United States she takes her glorious new name to the city hall and has her name permanently cemented into the annals of Michigan history. I believe, this woman, this siren, I call my partner, my confidant; my lover is one of the most powerful women in the world. She had the availability of spirit and self reliance necessary to walk away from everything she knew, and at that point despised, to begin a new life, this was perhaps the first time our dear Heidi reinvented herself, perhaps not. How many times do you think we can reinvent? I have done it a few times, I guess have, or I would not be in the place I am today. Have you reinvented? Let me know, I’ll post it to my Blog space here.

Heidi survived the steps away from those around her who were destroying her spirit, and yet remained ever compassionate to the rest of her community. I cherish her kindness (except in traffic) and wish one day to be as accepting of those who hurt me. We are a long distance from each other now, I hope as far as we will ever be, but last night we talked, which we do quite often these days, I felt closer to her than I have before. I know that the distance is hard baby, but I think we can make it. Only 7 months to go I think it will work, I hope the love that we share carries us through.

Peace Love,

Drunk On Chanel and Nicotine

This has been a great day. To let you all know, I have been sober for exactly 7 months and 25 days Thursday, this was a conscious choice, not a mandated sentence, well in a way, however I'm enjoying my sobriety, from alcohol. Today I sort of blew myself out on espresso, two grande iced white mochas, back to back. I have not felt this euphoric in a long time, not since I was taken home by the salsa twins, as they affectionately became known as, over five years ago and was delivered into an all night Bacchic salsafication... LOL, , Oh God did I just say that out loud that? I think I need to go to confession. The latter is fiction, I have just spent the last three hours devouring Henry Miller and now I'm a train wreck of the most lascivious sort. The Chanel and nicotine, well there was this woman walking by who of course seemed to be smoking like she just started yesterday, with her mouth all puckered, the cigarette perched precariously between the tips of her index and middle fingers which most of the people on this campus look like when they smoke, sad really like I look at my baby sister when she smokes, Like an infant with a teething ring, extremely cute but in terrible pain, as this girl was, I think the point is that there was a sensuality about the fragrance, gentle and warm, peaceful, not like you would expect and in fact, so much so I had to write it down, I'm going to abort this now, enough. Check my other blog Nuovissimo for information about Eng480 at Western Illinois University.

J