it's the long weekend...

and I am full of lame.
Or just turning into an old lady.
one of the two.

time for early bedtime no.23129944295

red on the inside.

got a box of fresh figs,
got 'em for cheap,
the man said i looked like his daughter,
"what are you, 13, 14?"

21

most magical birthday ever ever ever.
thank you all.
happy.

young thai coconuts

my matthew, coming to me in only six days!
then two weeks until I leave,
and can eat young thai coconuts on this dock again...
though I probably won't have time.

i'm just a blue, blue lobster. one in two million.

love it love it love it

lobster-corn-boils, scrambler rides, kissing circles, dance parties forever, please.

little funny thoughts

Listening to Merriweather Post Pavilion makes me taste oatmeal with strawberry jam.

The album was quite often my breakfasting music in Edinburgh, and all I could afford to eat over there was oatmeal. Is it clever that it was accompanied with Strawberry Jam? Is it?

Last night the power was out all over the city and it made for surreal night bikerides. Sam, Allie and I adventured around in the darkness and got caught in stormy sea showers.
Soaking wet wool sweater, stick your tongue out and catch all the raindrops.

I love that the Scrambler is free down at the waterfront. There is nothing like starting your day with a fast ol' midway ride. If anyone else shares my love of the Scrambler, I will happily join you for rides.