morgueville,heartland living.

[earwax]: Scissor Sisters - Filthy Gorgeous. The Postal Service - Brand New Colony. Fiona Apple - A Mistake.
[read]: Tony Parsons - Man and Boy.

Weekend was well spent.
Flea Day was good. Meeting some old friends was good. Watching Sex and The City late into the night was good. Waking up late on a Sunday was good. Having a hair cut at the barber was good. Reading a book with a latte was good. Soaking up the afternoon sun was good. Buying the week's food supply for the bunk was good.

The time I had to myself was a heave of fresh air I really needed. All the rushing and waiting, the obligatory duties and appointments were stretching on forever. And for a moment I thought it will never end. It did for awhile and I had fun. Solitary time is always a good time. Sometimes.

"The pomreganate blueberry latte lingered on my tongue. I looked up into the wide, vast stretch of blue canvas. The clouds, majestic. My arms stretched over the warm metal and I took a deep breath, as though I was about to jump up. I closed my eyes, felt the silk of wind brushed gently across my cheeks. 'Last Cup of Coffee' rang on the ipod whilst the sunlight beckons, as though calling me to open my eyes, to wake up. Then something like a speck of warm coolness opened itself on my left arm. It felt wet. I opened my eyes.
birds need to be toilet-trained, I thought to myself, and laughed."