This would be perfect for the mantle...

Truly difficult; that's how it has been for me to pull myself away from the local antique stores of late. I have been imagining my future living habitations, and I can hardly keep myself from snatching up little nifties and photographs to adorn those welcoming walls. This past weekend, I went to a friend's birthday dinner, in her new house, which she had just the day prior, moved into. It was lovely. Very relaxed and cheery. The kitchen was just as I had imagined someday inhabiting, cozy, with vintage cooking utensils and seeming relics adorning the walls, as if they were appreciated on a daily basis. There was a breakfast nook, and tea lights (sunken into delicate glass teacups) strewn about in a few select places throughout the house and yard. There were twinkle lights of all nationality, hidden amidst the branches of the shady trees. It was a beautiful set-up, and it made me jealous to think of all of the relaxing evenings which must be spent there, and all of the light bugs who must happily make their summerly visits.

[A highlight of the evening was surely the ice-cream cake on which was written (for our Australian friend), "America, Fuck Yeah!"]

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Gimme Gimme.

Lately, I've been listening to heaps of the good old jazz days, drifting into dreamlike states, wishing I had been there to drink it all in, to hear the trumpets, feel the sweet sounds of pure music swim 'round me. We seemed to understand things better then. We went dancing. We appreciated the simple pleasures in life. We played music as a sense of expression of the current issues, rather than a mere beatbox tune to snap your fingers to. There was feeling back then. There was life. There was rhythm and blues. Wasn't there?

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This is the place where my dreams come from.

(So very excited.)

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And you!

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Fixin' for a ride.

I underwent a wondrous naptime last night. I can't recall my dreams, but they must have been splendid. I slept in my warm coat, and awoke to the coziest of feelings. Today: Pumpkin Patch Picking, a lazy bicycle stroll, reading, and work celebrations of the day on which Columbus claimed "motherlicker" status. I've been watching the Mighty Boosh. I'd really like to head down to San Diego and spend the day riding around, stopping in at intriguing shoppes and cafes, photographing, etc., but I haven't the time. Next weekend. Promise. And a visit to the little mongrel, Baja. Oh, how I miss that little dog wisdom.

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Facenastics!

The rest of me may get old and flabby, but my facial guns will live on.

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Change is in the wind.

I'm really not digging the voice of this blog, as of yet. It sounds all too attemptedly elegant and cheesy-peesy. Let's get a little more raw and cultish, shall we?

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Thanks kid!

Today, I was driving home from class, feeling pretty dandy about the weather being so blustery and splendid. I was sitting in a line of cars and, being the curious human that I am, I found myself scanning the faces in the adjacent vehicles. My panoramic gaze stopped short on the face of a smiling little black kid, probably ten or eleven. His face was squeezed between his seatbelt and the window, as he tried to look back at me from his position in the front seat. His brother was sitting in the back seat, probably a little older. Being the weirdo that I am, I made a face at the former taking advantage of one of my many hidden talents. He started laughing hysterically, and then dropped coyly underneath the window. I pretended to forget, and took a swig of water as I saw him creep up, eyes first, from his hiding place. When I looked again, he was wearing a mile-wide smile, and waving. I waved back vigorously, excited about this new secret friendship. This went on for quite a while, as I passed them, and vice versa. Finally, our paths began to split, and as I glanced over my shoulder, I saw his little hands pop out of the window, shaking with fervor as we exchanged a last blow fish face and laughter on both our parts. It may sound corny but it's amazing how good I feel now! I really wish that it didn't take a child's mindset to make eye contact with a stranger. C'mon guys, it's a new generation. "We will prevail."

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