"And she's ten miles of peace..and the hardest of nights
-Ryan Adams



i think i met the real international man of mystery, and i can tell by the way he writes texts and how he smiles and how no one really has his phone number. i would like to get to know him better, but he is just too elusive. he comes and goes, and no one ever knows where he is. dang, man. no connections, except showing up late at an occasional party if there's time. where IS work, really?

thoughts for this weekend:
-invisible children follows me around. seriously. he stopped calling me, but there they were, the whole 2 hours we were at starbucks. creepy.

-i can't make decisions very well. i don't feel older, but i feel like i have less time to make up my mind. february first is when everything needs to start falling into place.

-even monopoly has a credit card these days. i can't even find my own dang debit card half of the time.

-the music up in salt lake is good. i could probably even fall in love listening to it. i like the sound of the snare drum too much.

-i made a list of all of the qualities i want in a husband, a few years too early. i figured i'll save it and show it to him. hopefully there is a real person that can even fill all 50 qualities i chose. shoot.

-i am never riding in an old accord again. that just translates into encounters with death.

-after playing music for 5 years, i finally learned how to roll cables to sound man way. shoot.

i am happy today...i am partially in love with so many things today.