The fog lay against our loft windows this morning like worn gauze. You could just make out the obscured traffic and street lights through it. A wall of soft gray.

It made me think of my father's phrase, The morning will burn it off. And I didn't want it, too. I wanted to lie back on the couch, in 7 a.m. silence, and watch its uniformity unravel ( Read more... )

I may've forgotten the sheer joy of being a cornball.

I just worked up an actual sweat dancing in front of of the mirror and mouthing along to music.

This album sets me solid and makes me happy: The Whatever soundtrack. Especially
Bikini Girls with Machine Guns by the Cramps and I Should've Known by Aimee Mann ( Read more... )