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This is only the most perfect moment of my life right now.
I sit on my roof.
I listen to the most beautiful music I have.
I say goodbye to the beautiful things of my life that I keep mulling over but I must let go of in order to find the new beatuiful things to mull over.
I look up and see a triangle of planes moving east, chasing sunrise.
I'm cold and warm and sick and healthy and happy and broken hearted and laughing and tears are running down my face while I giggle all at once. It's the most amazing feeling. The new moon tomorrow will be good. I have the most perfect place for a ritual.
I feel this is a time of great change in my life. Different than the Europe change or the New York change. But a social change. An emotional change. To be honest, those are my favorite kinds. It doesn't involve much uprooting. I hate being uprooting. I like rooting. Rooting is fun. Root!
I sit and I watch the cars pass by and the kids skateboarding, looking up at the crazy lady in the window of her magestical turret, sitting at her computer, waiting to stream her hair down for her magestic prince to climb up it. Okay, whoever my next magestic prince may be, he may never climb my hair to reach my turret.
That's just uncool.
But seriously. This is the best room in the house, no matter how much Spencer chirps about his room being the best. Sure, he has the cone in the turret, and a balcony, but I have roof access, and concave windows.
Oh yeah, Birthday Party for me and some of the other housemates on Saturday. You guys are invited. I'll even be cleaning my room so you can come onto the roof and check it out.
PARTY AT ALEX'S HOUSE W00T!
I should try to get some sleep but I'm enjoying myself too much out here. It's just such the shit that I cannot stand it.
Oh god.
Right. Sleep.
I sit on my roof.
I listen to the most beautiful music I have.
I say goodbye to the beautiful things of my life that I keep mulling over but I must let go of in order to find the new beatuiful things to mull over.
I look up and see a triangle of planes moving east, chasing sunrise.
I'm cold and warm and sick and healthy and happy and broken hearted and laughing and tears are running down my face while I giggle all at once. It's the most amazing feeling. The new moon tomorrow will be good. I have the most perfect place for a ritual.
I feel this is a time of great change in my life. Different than the Europe change or the New York change. But a social change. An emotional change. To be honest, those are my favorite kinds. It doesn't involve much uprooting. I hate being uprooting. I like rooting. Rooting is fun. Root!
I sit and I watch the cars pass by and the kids skateboarding, looking up at the crazy lady in the window of her magestical turret, sitting at her computer, waiting to stream her hair down for her magestic prince to climb up it. Okay, whoever my next magestic prince may be, he may never climb my hair to reach my turret.
That's just uncool.
But seriously. This is the best room in the house, no matter how much Spencer chirps about his room being the best. Sure, he has the cone in the turret, and a balcony, but I have roof access, and concave windows.
Oh yeah, Birthday Party for me and some of the other housemates on Saturday. You guys are invited. I'll even be cleaning my room so you can come onto the roof and check it out.
PARTY AT ALEX'S HOUSE W00T!
I should try to get some sleep but I'm enjoying myself too much out here. It's just such the shit that I cannot stand it.
Oh god.
Right. Sleep.