Has Mojo

More thought than presence right now. More pictures. I've been reading real writers. I'm intimidated that maybe I'll never find just the right words to take what I'm telling you any further than a temporary caption.



This guy needs a big bowl of soup. Homemade.

I'm always picking those types out. Ironically, I don't own the kind of stuff that would allow me to make soup for someone. Ha. Let nurses make soup. I will make awesome outfits to eat it in. I will make situational comfort food.

He'll nibble on my ears when he's hungry. Then we'll go get steaks.



Door girl makes her own fun. Some nights, 75% of the time I am not counting money or greeting anyone. I'm just there. I take photos of myself and other things I find lovely.



I love this square of concrete. This much.