pool day has been cut down to three members and a rum and coke thanks to the wildfires

stop. think back. second grade to middle school, but don't touch high school because that's just too hormonal for most of you.

remember when people asked you what you wanted to be when you grew up? i like when people claim to have answers. i like it even more when i try and give my answer and then watch a movie trailer or a film and stare wildly at a craft i throw myself repeatedly at in the least conventional of ways with a gut feeling something will fall into place.

i gave one of my doctors cupcakes today and he got so excited that i got excited and it spread into this waiting-room wide fest of smiling and i felt good until i left the hospital building and saw a decrepit man raise his little old cane at what is/was presumably his caretaker while shouting 'you'll never know how i feel, woman!'

i put some gas in my car only to inhale the exhaust fumes as i drove home seeing as how that is how my car works according to my mechanic. it gave me a headache and i found out the e-mail filled with work i put so much time into did not go through to dan nor rox and now i'll spend half the day frantically typing the list up again while cursing safari and gmail and staring longingly at my list of films and the half written story i have coming together. because YES, i'm writing again. for those of you who don't know this is a BIG DEAL and i was scribbling dialogue up until the moment the doctor walked into the office with his faith (judaism, thank you very much.) hanging as always from his neck. now i'm stuck in this pit of words and i'd like to get them out without reverting to third person symptom where it is much easier to hide what you REALLY think of that receding hairline and obnoxious tone but instead i'll hang with The Boys, swim around like a true floridian, finish off this movie of honoring your beliefs and your family and wish i did both of those better while imagining walking into the office of white walls with papers clutched tightly in chubby fingers but a confident smile on my face.

once again, this is too long and not what a Internet Blog should be used for.

this song is for you kids who aren't downloading everything played at every indie night you attend at a night club. i'm talking to you LAURA BESTY BEAR! i see you all thesis-ing in sarasota with your almost college degree and new yorker boyfriend's fishtank.

Muscles - Sweaty

ps besides the awesomeness that was everyone ms. Lyndsey Su Monkey Face was the reason thursday night at flaunt was so great. what a happy surprise it was to see her and reconnecting with a good friend has never felt so nice. i doubt she reads this so i have no shame in saying if anyone is ever looking for someone to admire and look up to then they should simply turn to a beauty like her. i've been nothing but blessed with the ups and downs of our friendship and michael just posted some preview pics of the night and this was the last one posted which made me super duper happy, even if thesilverlove is two weeks behind on updates so i can't see the rest. le argh, i say!


my foot is on pins and needles and someone once called me sunshine. hm.