Cool, misty morning. Thatís all I should have to say after these years of writing, you should know by now, if you read me, what I mean by ďcool, misty morning.Ē Yummy.
Last night I had dinner with Bobo Monkey (man, I know a lot of monkeys). I had a delightful time, catching up and sharing. Itís important for me not to lose the people I love in life. I want to keep them all in my purse (I rarely have pockets), an easy stretch away, to reach down and touch when I want to, need to. I donít like to lose touch. Anyway, Chinois (isnít that how you spell Chinese in French?) food was nummy, jasmine tea always makes me smile, but chatting with Bobo was the actual treat of the evening.
Well, the first half of the evening. The second half of my evening held its own weight in treats, none of which I could rightly share with you and still keep this innocent reputation of mine. Iím feeling particularly naughty this morning. Must be the mist. Could be the wonderful, deep sleep I had, after passing out from pleasure. Yes, something like that.
Tonight, I dine with Zim! Another friend I havenít seen in a bit. Weeeee! Tomorrow night, I dine with two friends of My wonderful s (funky fun chicks, for sure). Fun! Saturday, Punket is coming down! And Ms. Caryl Anneís birthday party! Woo hoo! Sunday? Fuck if I know. (and I know, so I assume you will take that as an order!)
Lots of good people, lots of fun things, lots of good times, lots of smiles all around. Iím so happy. Now get a move on, you've got some fucking to do. Don't forget to take pictures.