THE GREATEST

Well hello, good morning and happy Monday. I just came back from the bathroom where I discovered my underwear are on inside-out. That's because I was taking the old sinky ones off and putting the clean but stained ones on as Misch was coming and going in the room, and I felt embarrassed. hehe. I didn't want her to get a look at my cellulitis thighs out of context. Isn't the above picture adorable? All the pictures of her are totally die-for cute, especially if they show the teeth.

The above picture is Misch having bad posture on the uncomfortable futon couch when she first arrived for the marathon-love weekend. I wish the first thing I said wasn't "you smell like an ashtray" but hopefully all the other things on the tip of my tongue, such as "sit down and hold still I'm going to smother you with pent-up angel-lust," and "I hope you don't mind if I lick your face" etc etc were evident in my desperate attempts to act normal especially with my roomate around to see the changes come over me (I begin to talk, make eye contact, laugh, etc).

Fortunately my roomate was a little distracted because she finally found someone!!! And he was coming over too. He is a very handsome, tall, young (24 to her 36 years old) black gentleman who wears nailpolish, eyeliner, and skirts, so in other words all her greatest dreams and fantasies come true, which is exactly how I feel. So our apartment went from being the doomsday smokers den to an actual happy place this weekend! There was music in every room, light, the kitties were happy, Tatiana was especially loving and not hiding under the bed or cutting or hissing at people, we cooked several times, just happy happy happy! Here's a picture of Mischa sitting down to the breakfast spread we put together. She made the chocolate chip banana pancakes (okay I supervised the flipping) and fruit salad and I made the chicken sausage omlets and guacamole.

The greatest contrast from our usual weekend mornings where my roomate and I don't speak or she bitches about everything that has offended her since I saw her last, we smoke weed and lay around feeling depressed or checking myspace and trying to get the energy to do laundry or at least get some food because we feel sick. Actually that way of life ended for me already, since Mischa saved me, but having the roomate happy too just brought the energy in the bachelorette, shotgun apartment to a whole new level. Here's Mischa sitting on the couch with Roxi and Tatiana. I think she's looking at notes for her little parenting class, I'm not sure.

Now I cannot stop fantasizing about the domestic bliss with Mischa, how we will both be good at cooking by then and only shop at Whole Foods and people will come over and also we have been doing yoga oh my god what if every weekend the gays came over for brunch after yoga?? Well we both have straight friends too but like I said to her you need a community because when you grow old you will not have your family in the same way other people do, even if they accept the gay factor or pretend to; you have to make a family with your friends.

See?? I got the vampire tooth in that one! That is my favorite. Probably Mischa and I will elope very quietly, but I do have fantasies about doing a Manson style wedding in a European castle just simply to see Misch dress up in tall boots and wearing some strict, black sort of ensemble (like the ones I pointed out in Vogue, Misch) and coming down a winding stair case and then bearing the vampire tooth for the cameras. I guess we don't have to get unioned to see this fantasy materialized, but if we did, it wouldn't even have to be in Europe - it could be on Halloween somewhere upstate, with winding, veiny tree branches and black cats and a full moon.