Time for a real post. Kind of. Maybe not...hmph.
If I could keep from having such freaky dreams -I'm talkin' Joan Jett, my artwork, and babies...in that order- maybe I could get some good sleep. And then maybe I wouldn't forget how fucking cold the wood floors are in the morning. Shocking myself into being wide awake isn't fun.
J and I were up until 6 this morning putting the finishing touches on the song we wrote the other night. Then we wrote another one. It is so amazing creating with her. The whole process is just so much fun really. And it is so damn cute when she hands me the headphones to listen to what she wrote and then she gets all nervous and can't play it right.
me: I'm just making you nervous.
J: That's not good. Especially when we are up on stage.
me: You'll be fine on stage (she always is), its just right now, I'm just a little too close to being between your legs.
We were sprawled out on the bed while we were writing and the headphones only reached so far. From where she was sitting to where I was sitting (its a very big bed) I had to duck down with my head near her knee. Never mind...its just too hard to explain.
J: (laughing) That could be it.
me: I know it is. (I slid my fingers up her leg from her ankle to, well...)
The most awful sound came through the headphones and I was immediately sorry I touched her. I took off the headphones, blinking my eyes and shaking my head to make sure my ears weren't bleeding.
J: See what you do to me. Make sure you don't do that on stage.
me: Fuck. There goes my whole idea for a hot, sexy show. I hope we get a hot bassist.
Needless to say, I kept my hands to myself for the most part. Until she started playing "Mayonnaise" by Smashing Pumpkins. Then I turn to mush and have to wrap around her and tell her I love her. I think she did it on purpose.
Ahh...the story behind that? I'm not telling right now. Maybe I'll share it in a post at the end of this month since it will be our anniversary and all. Maybe. (For all I know, I've already mentioned it in this thing somewhere.)
Contemplative
6 years ago
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