The Way Afternoons Should Be

I slept in, and it still took all my strength to go on a run. I wanted to run, but I also was just in love with my comforter today. I started House of Leaves, which sucked me in. I was the guts of a Pillsbury crescent roll, lazy, but not lazy. But, the sun peeked out of the cool desert sky, so I laced up and ran. I listened to the entirety of The Good Life's "Album of the Year" as I passed green-garbed folk, happily milling on Mill. My muscles relaxed. I came home and took a cold shower. Lunch at the sun-spotted kitchen table--the remains of a loaf of Irish soda bread. The raisins to sweet, the dough so thick. In my navy heart tank, I bundle back up into my sheets. Read more about a haunted house through courier type. I could. I could.

Wet hair on my pink pillow, a good book in hand. Nowhere to be. No impending deadlines.

It's Spring Break, yatches.

Spring was poppin’ daises up ‘round rusted trucks and busted lawn chairs.

Kashin' In

October 2010.

I love this picture because it's so normal. It's just Muff and her mom driving alone like any other day--except THIS DAY Muff got married. I like how seamlessly this big things just HAPPEN to us. We meet someone, next thing we know, we're married, we're dead, we're angry, we're addicted.

Happy anniversary to Muff and Jamba. Today it rained in Arizona. It felt like spring at Prin.

We both have regrets, those roads we never drove.
But it's pointless to dwell in the "what if"'s.
I mean, what if we had never met?

Perfection: Part II

Hein Shrine. Kyoto. 2008.

There are two options:

1. Act, even boldly, and be able to defend your action to anyone that ever asks.
2. Don't act if you cannot defend that action. Even if you only can't explain it to one person.

And I took you in right then and there,
and life took on a new form.
No more stayin' out all night.
No more killin' ourselves just to make ourselves feel alright.