krista

"Its cold, out there
And rough
And I kept standing 6'1"
Instead of 5'2"
And I loved my life
And I hated you"

Last night, after hours at a club, a girl sang Liz Phair songs to me while her hair softly brushed my shoulder.

Some time, I might tell you how glorious a sunrise can be when the previous night's stars were all aligned just so. And how fabulous it was when that soft hair was then trailing down my body.