21 June 2012 Thursday
110/72 BP
174 TC
78 G
i’ve got a story; it’s almost finished.. now all i need is someone to tell it to—maybe that’s you. .... you should just be here; be with me here. it doesn’t seem there’s hope for me—i let you down.. but i won’t give in now, not for any amount.
...I could say life is just a bowl of jello
and appear more intelligent and smart
but I'm stuck like a dope with this thing called hope--and I can't get it out of my heart...
...not this heart.
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map
Baby bird bird yesterday, displaced by tree removed so new homeowner can have more light; now bird birds with a mommy though all remain exposed on ground, near the sawdust of previous home.
Lots of dreamings again. I suspect I’m having and remembering these multi-adventure-filled dreams because/when I’m sleeping more than 4 hours a night.
Hair cut yesterday. Hair stylists generally enthuse over my natural wavy hair and then proceed to make it as straight as possible. It’s interesting for a day or two, and then thankfully goes back to itself.
It’s late. About the right time for a ramble, and it’s a been a while here since..