ramble gamble

i guess last night on the bus ride home listening to gaga and eating pizza i stole from hydeout i got hella passionate and wrote myself some notes in my phone. this is what that looks like:

im your biggest fan, i'll follow you until you love me

bubble wrap a dinosaur and send it to yourself in argentina for your next birthday so that even if you dont live there someone will get a gift in the middle of july

controlled burns is what they call them, but theres nothing contained about wildfire

exposed brick is hot

el guincho-alegranza!

irish mark whos "really" puerto rican

stevie as a girls name

why are we waiting for the thing we want the most? why are we not doing exactly everything that we want? why do we hold bakc, make timelines, create far off goals, extend deadlines...so that when that day actually comes we are too tired, too heartless, too forgetful, too stuck. i dont want that for us, we can move just as fast, be just as quick, as agile as life. we have it now...this desire, this want, we have everything we want now...

books to look up tomorrow: kevin henkes "kittens first full moon", "the prophet", read "eat pray love" even though its on oprahs book list and like ten people on the bus probably have it in their bags. right. NOW.

hot pink and red can be pulled off by very few people. remember this if you ever get pink eye.



apparently there was a LOT on my mind last night, preach on sister, preach on....