Lionel Richie can do no wrong.

Aug 14, 2006 15:51

Something I learned yesterday: No matter what color a rose is, it will smell just like any other color of rose.

I have developed a weird affinity for feathers. They catch my attention while wallowing in dirty Portland gutters or resting peacefully on a patch of grass. When I catch one, I can feel a quirky smile on my lips and a calming sense of relief in my heart. I've collected quite a few now, and I wear them in my hair.













I suppose my birthday was spent in proper fashion of how I have felt for the past year.
I think I am finally getting used to it now, which is more depressing than the original emotion itself. I'm not complaining, though, because at least I have my cat.

ASHLAND! ASHLAND! ASHLAND! I AM COMING SOON!

Just to be close to you, girl
Just for the moment,
Just for an hour....
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