Saturday was such a great day. I woke up and finished my laundry, watched some of a movie I have already forgotten, showered, played B-ball, showered again and went roller skating in Rohnert Park. There were a bunch of mid 20's there dressed to the T in funky disco, New York hippy outfits. Tres cool. I haven't been skating since I was in grade school and I only fell once. I was flying, I am proud to say that I have fantastic balance and great motor skills. So far today, Sunday, I watched the E! True Hollywood Story of Bettie Page; how fascinating. I had coffee and rice so far today and now my roomies are making burgers (booo!) and listening to X-mas tunes (yaay!). I need to get food stamps. I get paid next weekend and am going into the city (San Fran) to see off a good bud, Chris Blood. Drinking and general tomfoolery will ensue, I see. My clairvoyance isn't very amazing, but neither is yours, so kiss my roller skating ass! Hahahaha. X-mas music makes me so jolly, like a fat red suit wearing pusher breaking and entering welcomingly sickeningly offering worldy goods to kids to alter their behavior to whatever their parents and society see as "good". Ho, ho, ho, Merry X-Box!!

I would love to have a romance start during the holidays, under these magical extraneous times of goodwill and commercialism, starting out dancing on the razor's edge, kissing in cold weather rosy cheeks gently blending together and fireside arms holding onto warmth. I wish it would happen in snowy climes, powder drifting and dropping and pounding ground and the heads of my love and myself, sledding and making snowmen, snowfighting fighting off the numb cold of underdressing, coming in for hot drinks and sprinkled cookies, Mom's mastery, trees, bay windows on Silent Night, twinkles in our eyes like kids on x-mas morning, love is under the tree and stuffed in stockings and it is all I wanted, the annual celebration following is a sort of historical traditional rehashing of the one X-mas when you got everything you wanted, heart smiling, recieveing the same years upon years, constant child heart pounding out of chest into the world and smiles flashing and eyes winking and one day I will be playing the jolly old elf to the delight of kids and Ms. Claus will be standing by, standing in for old and passed holiday souls and flourishes will fall through time and X-mas will never end.

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