Exquisite corpse (also known as "exquisite cadaver" or "rotating corpse") is a method by which a collection of words or images is collectively assembled, the result being known as the exquisite corpse or cadavre exquis in French. Each collaborator adds to a composition in sequence, either by following a rule (e.g. "The adjective noun adverb verb the adjective noun") or by being allowed to see the end of what the previous person contributed.
Monday, January 25, 2010
That's so sweet I think I might puke
So I am lying here, unable to sleep, and Kris is out like light fixture I've hit with a baseball bat. Normal Monday night. I'm doing my normal intertube searching and goofing off. You know, reading, shopping, tarot study groups. Randomly, I'll look over at Kris and smile because he's never as relaxed when he's awake. His forehead isn't furrowed from concentrating or worrying, his mouth isn't twisted up in his cute sneer or corner chewing manner. He's got a chunk of blond hair that's slipped from it's place to the black strands on the opposite side of his head and it's all falling into his right eye.
I make myself sick, did you know that? Oh dear I suppose I love him huh? Well, I guess seven years together would normally = love but you'd think by now I'd be over it. Nope.
I guess I get another morning of waking up to angry grumbles and grunts and sleepy blue eyes. Multi colored hair stuck up in tufts. Evil Boyfriend. We're a dangerous team. Throw Hannibal the Cannibal Demon Rabbit into the mix and we're a trinity of destruction.
Well, I think this is the part I talk about spending our life together and bells and whistles and fireworks. White dresses and children and a white picket fence.
Yeah, no. In place of a wedding ring I have informed him I will accept a boob job. I want no white dress, no preacher to play gods messenger and forever bind me to him. No, not even a name change. I won't even mention sprogs at this point and time in this blog. You will all hear my opinions at some point I'm sure.
All I want in this relationship? Support, fun, Love I suppose, and someone to follow me on all our adventures. Who loves to walk all over this night dark little town with no street lights and shooting stars every night. Who happily moves 600 miles away from everything and everyone he knows, but then will drive me back there for the fun of it. A boy who listens to me talk about my crush on my new friend and then teases me, who loves my friends and my family and my Evil Hell Bunny. Oh yeah, and then lets me get another one.
Man this list could keep going. I suppose I want a lot don't I?
Good thing I've got it all.
Now that I have made myself ill I think I'll be able to sleep now.
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Tight I didn't even know you had a blog. I love it. I'm glad you're so happy.
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