Lorange Blog

whoa hey stop notice part 1: how can I not notice? A month ago I sat there across from DG in a crowded mess of friends and chairs, both types of feet interlocked. I noticed more than warmth through my jeans with our calves pressed together with her skirt ending just above the knees as they lined up with mine. What stood out to me was that I no longer was freaking the fuck out around her. whoa hey stop notice - part 2 Friday at Kiss or Kill was mellow fun with a temporary patio set up outside. blah blah blah is this the end? blah blah blah. Strange part was my inner voice kicking in with the phrase "holding out" when triggered by some shared words among the group. Weird. Don't ask what it means - I couldn't tell you what my crazy internal voice is trying to tell me. Any ideas? Saturday I slept all day and then flaked on the lava lounge show and the party out in the Valley. Evening wasted with my stupid writing hat on and scratched glasses. It didn't help what I ...

Strange to walk into a room I haven't been in for a month. Celeste was working the door when I paid and received a friendly big hug, and who wouldn’ t want to be greeted like that? Better than walking into a Cheers setting where everyone knows your name, then talks smack behind your back. Lets be realistic, I do n’t like everybody sometimes and the feeling is mutual I’d im agine, so give me a few honest friends over being fake loved by all. The first person I see is DG sta nd ing by the column with a friend or a date or something. Thought she looked younger for some reason, even doubting it was her for a little while. Ah it was very much her. Next person to walk by was Honey Pot; made eye contact and then later a brief hello - all very much a non-issue and that’s okay with me. Out for only two social occasions in the last four weeks, I’m forg et ting that I need to engage people instead of hanging back along the walls observing strangers slip between blots of friends and couples ...