Yes, I violated the dress
code and got away with it. So I'm staying in and taking it easy. Been stretched
enough this week so I'm 'a loosen up real good.
Tea for two, and the
boy's been singing Ray Charles and trying his hand on the Beatles. I must be
doing something right. Today, I saw someone texting while crossing a busy
street.
Bayo Whats Your Mix 30% nymph 30% elf 30% mermaid 10% human --
walang kokontra. But, oh, this schizo weather. How is it possible that I can't ever
seem to get enough of you? Cryptic is what you are.
The morning
stretches out before me, like a giant yawn. Tori Amos, Fiona Apple,
Natalie Merchant, Aimee Mann, Joni Mitchell. Spending QT with my girls. Slept
the night away. For once. Glad to note the sun's toning it down a bit.
Orange twilight, yesterday.
12-year old girl, reading JD Salinger's Nine
Stories. Am I making the right decisions?
Finding comfort in
numbness. I am currently obsessed with pens. Life's getting a
little too fond of throwing me lemons. Waiting for the door to open!
Pinks and paisleys, I love.
Your coffee has grown cold. I need a Miles
Davis/John Coltrane fix. Ah, what a noisy world this is. Been awake for 28 hours, and counting.
You keep telling me to stop thinking too much. Know what? Maybe I should.
I realize that to get out of this box, I ought to start digging. And I
realize that to undo your sadness, I have to undo your childhood.
I miss
the coffee and the conversations. Was that thunder I heard?
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