only stupid people are breeding, but not in ballard

and only my right armpit is sweating. I don't get it. I think I need to change my deoderant.

so, I had all these words, and they've flown away. I just processed photos from the last week into my laptop, and it's all backdrops so crazy they look fake, and boys on stage aching who write books with their eyebrows that I talked about earlier. both leave me in the same state, jaw all slack, amazed that this is where I live now. hi.

first, the backdrops, from the cascade loop trip last sunday...

don't these look fake? like, you're at a ride at disneyland that's supposed to look like the mountains, or something...

and, the boys:

a guy walked past me at the in-store just now, pushing a baby carriage, the same kind we had made fun of earlier with the bike wheels being pushed by someone who was not running. and he had the end of a black eye, when the bruise starts to change and turn a couple of colors, and I was like (a) this is a sign and (b) I wonder if he's in a fight club. which, of course, I couldn't ask him, because he would have had to pretend that he didn't know what I was talking about. but yeah. the signs are definitely back. I am free in all the ways that you are not. and I need more espresso, and dinner, and more bands are beckoning.

I just had to take a second to show you guys the eyebrows.

xx
V.