annex

the birds aren't chirping because of me. that's what I was getting at last night, I guess. Jimi Hendrix could ride up on a candy purple motorcycle and offer to tell me everything I need to care about, Universe-wise. And it wouldn't work. I'm not open.

Until I see it really clearly in my head, it can't happen anyway. Is what I mean.

I make the fucking birds chirp.

Last night I dreamed of this guy. I'd lost my backpack eating Thai food and he took me to look for it. Then my homegirl showed up and we were supposed to have someone take our picture and he hugged us both. He was like a big bear, it was the best hug. I kissed my friend on her forehead and the flash snapped.

That was my favorite millisecond of the last week.

Now I have to go to work and make a site. Love.

xo.