S.W.A.K.
Reasons why today is an awesome mail day:
I go downstairs and see a wicked cute postcard and package from Sam containing an old uber gay book, 1920s style, I was reading whilst in Michigan (I may have done a couple rounds of happy "aww" dancing upon opening the package, but shhh) and Ani Difranco's new CD that I pre-ordered in the mail. Um, dear mail carrier, I love you a lot. I hope that means today is going to be a good day.
Plans for the next 24 hours:
--Clean my room so I feel less cluttered and possibly less crazy
--Write? I kind of feel the urge and haven't for awhile.
--Go grocery shopping so I stop eating gross packaged food and candy for meals
--Be social
--Make sweet sweet love to this new Ani CD
Sometimes I see myself
Through the eyes of a stray dog
From an alley across the street
And my whole mission just seems so finite
My whole saga just seems so cheap
I mean I know that now is all there is
And love'll just makes you cry
So I live for the sight of a rare bird
Suddenly flying by
And I meet your stare
One eye at a time
Writing in the margins
Of my mind...
I go downstairs and see a wicked cute postcard and package from Sam containing an old uber gay book, 1920s style, I was reading whilst in Michigan (I may have done a couple rounds of happy "aww" dancing upon opening the package, but shhh) and Ani Difranco's new CD that I pre-ordered in the mail. Um, dear mail carrier, I love you a lot. I hope that means today is going to be a good day.
Plans for the next 24 hours:
--Clean my room so I feel less cluttered and possibly less crazy
--Write? I kind of feel the urge and haven't for awhile.
--Go grocery shopping so I stop eating gross packaged food and candy for meals
--Be social
--Make sweet sweet love to this new Ani CD
Sometimes I see myself
Through the eyes of a stray dog
From an alley across the street
And my whole mission just seems so finite
My whole saga just seems so cheap
I mean I know that now is all there is
And love'll just makes you cry
So I live for the sight of a rare bird
Suddenly flying by
And I meet your stare
One eye at a time
Writing in the margins
Of my mind...