May 21, 2005
GARDENIAS
I love gardenias, and not just that Vincent guy, either. They blossom early, and I have perhaps 30 blossoms ready for the pruning. I'll place them in water bowls, crush them in potpourri bowls, all that. Why? Because I'm a fag, I guess.
Some Significance to the gardenias, however. When I was first dating The Bride my mother had a magnificent gardenia bush, and I would swing by her house and harvest a few blossoms for The Future Bride to wear in her hair, behind her ear, before a date. Even a robust bush like that could not hide the fact of what I was doing, however, and I was smoked out, and chastised. My mother was covetous of her gardenia blossoms, for good reason.
If I ever gift you with a gardenia (and I am of course not allowed to do so) there is Significance there, and beware. Once the heady aroma of gardenia wafts into my nostrils I am completely out of control. Hence the reason I am not allowed to gift them. But, still. If you ever get one from me, watch out.
Swineherd gifts rudabegas.
Posted by: torchpraise at May 21, 2005 10:19 PMSorry spelling... rutabaga.
Posted by: torchpraise at May 21, 2005 10:21 PMSmells like old ladies, Cat
Posted by: Catfish at May 21, 2005 10:58 PMSo if you gave one to say...Cat!, what kind of significance are we talking about?
Posted by: Key at May 21, 2005 11:12 PMDon't bother. Cat ain't getting no fucking gardenias from me.
Posted by: Velociman at May 22, 2005 2:38 PM