long-distance phone call
One hand in my pocket and the other’s playing the piano …
I called Andie last night. We talked for 2 and a half hours and I haven’t talked that much all week, I don’t think. We talked about fucking everything. Bille Joe’s blondeness, The Pill, tickles, bubbles, abducting children, locks on bathroom doors, her brother’s Mike Dirnt doll, HIM, my sister’s conversion to Vam, my religion and what shrinks would think of it … stuff like that.
And then I wouldn’t stop talking about her all day today. My sister kept asking me why Andie knew so much about her. It was funny.
Oh … and my new story: The Boy Who Looked Like a Girl.
I’m writing an overly maternal mother figure who seems to adopt stray children. And we were walking home and I was trying to explain April’s latching onto of Ville to my sister. Anyway, I start pouncing down the street yelling “I Protect!” It was one of the funniest things ever.
Now everytime I try to write April in that story I’ll be thinking of me pouncing along the street yelling I Protect!
Teeheeness.
Now when you read this, Andie, you’re in my blog. Hehe.
Oh, and you can thank Andie and her friend Cody for forcing an ‘A Kiss Is Like … Emotional’ update out of me.
xoxoxoxoxoxo
Luvverzz,
Mrs. Margera/Valo, aka Dru
Your love is a razorblade kiss . . .
