maybe. we'll see. last night i dreamt about war. the night before i dreamt of a lovely artist's residency in oregon (that looked a whole lot like djerassi) that i had to share with hippies. dirty ones, and i was happy. i woke up and was *thrilled to be in my pretty room in my fluffy bed.
today may be the end of an era. it may not. it also may be the first (and last) day i go to ruby skye. the day i see biz markie. the first day in many that i eat too much chocolate. i am still happy.
1 comment:
NOBODY beats the biz.
Post a Comment