write journals online rather then collect bulks of paper.
today, thursday.
this means you are cod and dreading last weeks full moon effects.
humanity has calmed down, you meet a guy whose last name rhymes with his first (alain champagne).
then jane hammond + bill and for ten minutes discuss electronic keyboards (in particular the hammond d3), guitar fingers, blues, jazz, and the pender island art scene.
value village. yesterday you rush off for you break to find jarrycan walking out the front door the moment you are passing it. today you find ashley and mason fingering bicycles and deciding hampers. talk of clearing cobwebs comes up. perfect methaphor of now.
nick had a baby and you realize his family is now a triangle. what does that make you?
encompassing all shapes or none at all? perhaps a sole line which is the start of any shape anyway.
pot a plant, fill a hamper, file few papers.
for the first time in a year you apply mascara only to laugh and wash it off leaving stains.
ping lives above you and
glen lives beside you and
chelsea lives below you.
you begin to go by jalene over jae;
embracing femininity over masculinity,
roots over branches.
