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I was walking over the bridge to work and there was the mountain coming out of the morning fog clouds and there were the trees all along the port pink with flowers, they were BLOOMING and I got so excited I shrieked through my headphones, there was a biker behind me who got scared and hopped into shoulder lane
I told David about it in such a way later I was waving my hands with emphatic exclamation and I think I hit him
I MEAN CHERRY BLOSSOMS AND SUNSHINE LIKE APRIL AND MAN OH MAN THE SMELLS OF RAINS!
I went with the kiddos to see Crayon Court today- " a multi-media musical puppet extravaganza exploring COLORNOMETRY diversity and recycling" . . . this is the third theater production I have seen in the last week (+ Leyendas de Duende, Wizard of Oz), REALLY this is my LIFE it is just crazy, Freedom Train and Charlotte's Web as part of OJP over the next couple weeks and in twelve days I leave for Texas...
Its great you know this "YOUNG PROFESSIONAL" sort of thing, like what I spend all my $$$ on music coffee and grand adventures, and of course my slummy house which I realized I love dearly all seven of us all the trash on the front porch and the fact that I really don't believe I ever get my mail...
I made a MySpace MUSIC for Pitted Youth because FUCKING OKAY, this is punk music I fucking BELIEVE IN,
I spent this week planning my community cafe, getting tattooed, working on this strange personal project of economic schools of thought dissection,
and gee last weekend was so great you know that too right,
I had this wonderful time wondering around the woods having fantastic conversations with drunk people and hunkering down the back of the Voyeur with a bunch of dudez and going deep on the loom of last call,
I'm just so fucking excited you know, I'm just so into getting my hands on these two epic dance beats I was obsessed with in high school, I'm just so into figuring out how to be a greasy-spoon diner waitress its all I want to do with this M.ED. I am pursuing...



And its like, does anyone care about whats whirring about my head and how great my existance is, anymore than they care about anything else I might have to narrate or express,
Wellfucking of course not,
BUT I JUST HAVE TO TELL YOU
BECAUSE GEEZ OH GEEZ I JUST CANT CALM DOWN!#!#!