muffin man

i traded pleasure Zor pleasure.

3 cds Zor 10 vegan chai-tea cupcakes (i did the recipe i posted. they taste good but stick to the little paper things).

jared is like a little boy and i played along with the game. until we both got hurt--slapped with $32 parking tickets at the beach. Ugh. I tried to pay it but they haven't even entered the violation in the computer yet.

we rendezvoused at the beach. Arrived at the same time. I wore my black Zrench beret and black biker sweater Zor the occasion. He wore glasses that made him look like a smaller, blonder version oZ dustin. A Zrighteningly good and Zamiliar costume. Little did he know.

I brought a basket that could have held a turkey adorned with autumn apples, pumpkins, and squashes. It instead held the precious cupcakes we kept calling muZZins. He brought a brieZcase.

Silently, he unlatched it. handed me an envelope with three CDs inside, sealed with a heart. He explained the contents of the CDs, possible scenarios to listen to the music, I didn't really pay attention. (I'm too automatic in bringing up the onscreen keyboard now...i don't even realize i'm doing it now...so I guess this post will be normal, with f's, like many of my other ones, since it take more conscious effort to stop myself from the onscreen keyboard than to do the Zs)

A pink and Gold silk fabric was tucked underneath the CDs. He unfolded this to reveal---a muffin tin. The perfect holding container for the cupcakes. We put the vegan chai tea cupcakes in the muffin briefcase, gently layered saran wrap, silk, and closed the case.

Muffin Man then whipped out a 1/4 filled bottle of red wine and we ventured to the beach. There, we laid on a small sail boat (it a trampoline fabric surface) and chatted, looking up at the coincidental full moon. We talked about how it looked like a monster growling, a skull with laser-beam eyes, shaggy from scooby-doo, a retarded koi fish, and ying-yang. We talked about how he lived in New York and Minneapolis, how he got trapped in Naples again and is just waiting to get released again from this city.

Then a cop came. He asked me if my car had recently been broken into because of it's current condition. Nope, no sir. My car is just a fucking piece of shit all on it's own. We walked out with 2 parking tickets.

We waved and split from the rendezvous. I don't really know what to make of it exactly. I think I'm too honest for him and Cory. I don't think he knows what happened and didn't happen with me and his best friend and I don't know what his intentions are with me. I thoroughly enjoy his childlike fascination and excitement about life (a quality I admired in James)---the same thing I know will keep me an arms distance away.

I've been listening to the CDs today. They keep fucking up in my CD player. I don't know how I feel about the Hives.