My favorite memory of pd
...laying on my couch this last summer, staring out the window, watching planes fly by….
...laying on my couch this last summer, staring out the window, watching planes fly by….
Peter pulled a girl’s shirt down at a bar on a bet and didn’t get the $100 he was promised.
He is a super guy.
Because,
she’s amazing, and
she loves me, and
that makes me happy, and
that makes my life good, and
she’s crazy beautiful, and
super cute (without even trying), and
she’s wicked smart, and
she also thinks, and
her writing is a gift, it’s
vibrant and expressive (not like mine), as if
she gifts words with little bits of life, and
she wants to travel around the world, and
she cooks for me, so I don’t have to eat things from boxes, and
she takes care of me, and
she likes to make me happy, and
she is amused by my jokes, and
doesn’t mind my puns, and
likes me even though I’m silly, and
she likes: books, coffee, the color blue, Massive Attack, warmth, sometimes just being quiet, and
so many things, I can’t even begin to say how much
I love her.
Tank of gas: $30
Round trip ferry ticket for two people and a truck: $64
Beer and food at the local pub: $27
Driving 200 miles just to hang out and drink with your friends for no reason: Priceless, etc.
cow is a kickass friend, even if he is a long-haired soy-drinking Civic-driving bus-riding hippie. :p