i need to take some pictures.  i need to write some words.  i need to sing some songs.  and i’m losing my mind, thursday.  today i wondered how many ships lay at the bottom of the sea.  i don’t know why i had this thought.  just curious, i guess.  the world is a mad place.  we’re all so clueless and imperfect in a way that makes me happy to be alive.  i need to dance on all the places we’ve been.  and today i feel just fine.  today i wondered if i’d make a good mother, and today i noticed that the sky is overwhelmingly blue.  i need to laugh more.  i’m walking down alley’s with 3 cameras and a cup of coffee in hand.  that was sunday.

thursday, you make me smile.  you’re like a bike ride down a lonely street as the sun goes down.

i just discovered loads of new music to slay my ears and i can’t stop eating these milk chocolate foil balls from see’s candy. the word frabjous is quite possibly the greatest new word ever to come to my attention, and i think lil’ wayne may be legitimately a ‘little person’. if i had to choose, i’d rather be a pterodactyl than a monkey. i didn’t even know that pterodactyle was spelled with a ‘p’. but i’d rather be that. sometimes i feel bad that i have so much free time at work. free time that allows me to write nonesense like the above, and not feel too bad about it when all is said and done. i figure, most people enjoy a rare chance to ‘stick it to the man’ when presented with it, and i, on a regular basis, get to do just that. it rained yesterday and i remembered what time of year it was. sometimes i forget because it’s always warm and sunny here.

why don’t you tell me something funny and in return i’ll laugh and make you feel you’ve done a good job at amusing me. nothing could be further from the truth. but the truth is, i’m laughing. and i’m still eating these chocolate balls. i really want some red galoshes. or yellow, even though those are to be expected. this is the only thing keeping me from being truly a kid again. lofty statement? that’s why i said it. leaky legs learing like looming lakey lofts.

is it time to go home yet, i asked. no. the answer was no.

galoshes.