i never subscribed to life either, but here i get it delivered to my doorstep daily. it's kind of nice. thoughtful, really.
the sun called me today. i got up and made tea, which turned to syrup in the bottom because of all the honey i put in it. i drank it and paged through my national geographic photograph book matt bought me, stuck my toes in the cat-shit-speckled earth and watched an orange ladybug amble lethargically around the cement border of my one-plant garden.
matt dyed his hair black, i am not sure what to think of it yet.
all i know is that sunshine coming through the window is the loveliest sight in the world:
why do musical artists look unhappy in all their photographs? i assume it is for dramatic purposes, but if i were a musical artist, the combination of making music, and being paid for it, would make me smile like a fool all the time. automatically. a dramatic angry photograph would be incomprehensible.
good things about today:
http://www.twinoaks.org
my green stone earrings
red thread
ladybugs
pigeons
purple flowers
my camera (ah, dimage z2, what a step forward in technology you are, but i still miss my canon AE-1)
mouse (if you have more than one mouse on your computer do you call them mice?)
nine thirty in the morning
writing letters
grooving.
things i have learned:
french toast is easy to make
kim's pot is better than matt's pot, and matt's pot is better than being sober
if you eat too much peanut butter it IS possible to very nearly kill yourself (i chowed down on it last night in a weed-induced eating frenzy, and i think i ate nearly the whole jar, with half a package of crackers. near the end my left arm started to go numb, which could have been my heart strugglng to beat against the barrage of cholesterol and saturated fats i was pouring through its pipes.)
cats are great. no question there
i need someone to play with!
original plans for last night: getting stoned, going to the park, blowing bubbles and playing frisbee. however, since no one wanted to play with me, and i was too high to move much, i stayed home, i *think* i had sex for a long time and then.... bad sleep. i kept waking every 15 minutes. after sex, in bed, i spent all my time awake trying to figure out what kind of tree i was (am.) i kept thinking willow despite the stereotypical nature of it, since it is the way i like to be, roots sunk deep in watery earth with hair all long and hanging everywhere, but the word- willow- isn't compatible with either my name or birth numbers. maybe in a different language?
willow in spanish is "el sauce", a word i never knew.
willow in french is "le saule". both words are 4s. this is interesting because the word 'willow' in english is a 4 too.
for a while i thought i was a bat or some sort of bird. some flying creature. the thing is birds soar so easily and every time i've flown it's been a physical struggle. (go figure)
okay, enough for today. go visit twin oaks! it's beautiful...
the sun called me today. i got up and made tea, which turned to syrup in the bottom because of all the honey i put in it. i drank it and paged through my national geographic photograph book matt bought me, stuck my toes in the cat-shit-speckled earth and watched an orange ladybug amble lethargically around the cement border of my one-plant garden.
matt dyed his hair black, i am not sure what to think of it yet.
all i know is that sunshine coming through the window is the loveliest sight in the world:
why do musical artists look unhappy in all their photographs? i assume it is for dramatic purposes, but if i were a musical artist, the combination of making music, and being paid for it, would make me smile like a fool all the time. automatically. a dramatic angry photograph would be incomprehensible.
good things about today:
http://www.twinoaks.org
my green stone earrings
red thread
ladybugs
pigeons
purple flowers
my camera (ah, dimage z2, what a step forward in technology you are, but i still miss my canon AE-1)
mouse (if you have more than one mouse on your computer do you call them mice?)
nine thirty in the morning
writing letters
grooving.
things i have learned:
french toast is easy to make
kim's pot is better than matt's pot, and matt's pot is better than being sober
if you eat too much peanut butter it IS possible to very nearly kill yourself (i chowed down on it last night in a weed-induced eating frenzy, and i think i ate nearly the whole jar, with half a package of crackers. near the end my left arm started to go numb, which could have been my heart strugglng to beat against the barrage of cholesterol and saturated fats i was pouring through its pipes.)
cats are great. no question there
i need someone to play with!
original plans for last night: getting stoned, going to the park, blowing bubbles and playing frisbee. however, since no one wanted to play with me, and i was too high to move much, i stayed home, i *think* i had sex for a long time and then.... bad sleep. i kept waking every 15 minutes. after sex, in bed, i spent all my time awake trying to figure out what kind of tree i was (am.) i kept thinking willow despite the stereotypical nature of it, since it is the way i like to be, roots sunk deep in watery earth with hair all long and hanging everywhere, but the word- willow- isn't compatible with either my name or birth numbers. maybe in a different language?
willow in spanish is "el sauce", a word i never knew.
willow in french is "le saule". both words are 4s. this is interesting because the word 'willow' in english is a 4 too.
for a while i thought i was a bat or some sort of bird. some flying creature. the thing is birds soar so easily and every time i've flown it's been a physical struggle. (go figure)
okay, enough for today. go visit twin oaks! it's beautiful...