Ah yes, I was wrong, again; I was wrong.

I just bought my first bikini.

the end.

it might be gettin around to being a miles time of year

Kind of blue in returning loud into the night
I'm setting myself up for heartbreak in t-minus 10 days
thundering towards death in a stampede

developing arthritis?!

not sleeping when I ought to.

Round midnight, round midnight....

For the benefit of Shabby Apple and my general love of any kind of food/art combo, I am posting the not-as-great-as-Dechi's-date-cake-but-almost combo of fig and thyme jam and the amazing crust for the rustic tartletts I've been making all summer since they hit the mill at Smitten Kitchen last month. Mmmmm boy ( Read more... )

There were ghosts in the eyes of all the boys you sent away
and they haunt this dusty regional road in the skeleton frames
of burnt out Chevrolets.

For porch-at-night listening, from that Miles Davis album you've been missing out on ( Read more... )

Pick One.

Sometimes I forget Columbia is a mere third of a mile away from my house ( Read more... )

Language is such a strange and fickle thing ( Read more... )

on a sweltering evening such as this ( Read more... )