i can't sleep at night....ngork! ngooooork! zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!
meds kicking in, and i'm yawning like a hippo.
but seriously my insomnia started when i was 18. heck, three whole darn nights sans sleep, just staring at the holes of the mosquito net through which i could see the stars in the sky because i slept by the window. what was his name? ah, bob the midget! he was handsome, brown eyes with long lashes, long shaggy hair down to his shoulders, with a little mole on the right chin. i met him at the school dance, he was the band's organist. his organ (the instrument) stood on a foot-and-a-half platform and he wore heeled cowboy boots which was the rage at the time, bell bottom pants and psychedlic prints shirt with the high collar. my friends dared me to have a boyfriend already and they were matching me with weird looking dudes so i said i'll find me a boyfriend myself right now this very moment! then i saw bob as he played the intro to chicago's colour my world. "that," i told my friends sarah and esther, "is my first boyfriend."
what the heck, i was a "liberated woman" pffft! so i came up front and hovered near him. but i was shy (remember?) so instead i spoke to the older man who was the manager (which turned out to be his father tee-hee!) and i told the manager, what's his name, i want him to be my boyfriend!
intermission: manager introduced me to my future boyfriend bob. sure, he said, i have no girlfriend, so i can be your boyfriend and you'll be my girlfriend. awright! and then he said we're supposed to go on a date. ah, yes, a date. sure. call me. ooops! i don't have a phone, do you have a phone? he gave me his phone number. i called after a week (i was playing hard to get still, what the??). we agreed he would come to the college and we'll go see a movie.
so next day, there came bob. holy shit! i told sarah and esther. why did he shrink? i swear he was taller than me two weeks ago? then i remembered the platform. dangit! now i had to go on a date with him.
i forgot the title of the movie, one of those spaghetti westerns, that's a long time ago, you know. bob was sweet, and very much a gentleman. and short. so if we ended up marrying, we'll have miniature humans for children. what would've my suitors and admirers (all over 5'7") thought? and i lost a lot of sleepless nights over that, and also mostly because i had to study as that was around exam times.
i think we lasted over a year. when he proposed, i just said "no, thanks!" imagine that, losing sleep over a guy then he proposes and you say no. really, the thought of little people running around the household was the caveat.
and here's the moody blues and "dear diary"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pOQlE221pmY
note: i don't do diaries, those are incriminating bastards. i used to do it though when i was the queen in another life.
