anywhere i lay my head

howdy, lovers.


coffee is slightly surpassed by some wonderful ice cream but the weather is lovely and i still have shitload of stuff to do BUT had a fun couple of days, so i thought i'd put the stuff down here before it slips away from the grip of my mind (which, those of you who know me know, is really not that tight). anywho last night was loads of fun with several different highs --- for starters my incapability of keeping myself proper and clean--i have the manners of a 5 year old when i'm all excited and talkative. not to mention you can trail me down from 4 street afar if only you follow the cigarette buds with bright red dark pink and sometimes even purpleish lipstick circles around the buds (and accordingly, as i noticed last night, at the tip of my two fingers that hold the bud).

and guess what happened? i ran into the everything is illuminated kid last night. circles and circles and circles of friends added up and was taken out and i remembered (though about 10 15 minutes in). strange happenings, i would say. nice ones, though. makes you feel like you really are coming around full circle.

and several other things that go bump in the night--the curfew gull for example! yes i know what it means now. i mean no i still have no clue what it really means but here's what happened: we were all dancing at this rooftop place with the most beautiful view surrounding everything and i look up for a split second and notice something paler shoots through the sky-- it's a seagull. i'm not joking. it just flew right over us up up up in the sky in the blueness of the midnight and i thought to myself "there, that's what it must mean, that's what curfew gull must be".

last but not least--we had a lovely cabride back home. after the city was shut down and even the coffee places were locked and all that and we had a slightly strange driver but hey we made it home in one piece after all. which is all that matters. and though i was dead beat in my feet and resting on about 4 hours of sleep of the previous night i pulled an almost 24 hour day straight having fun to the bone.

but if you still ask me the nomad who stays where she may find a couch and a smiling face the best of all the most beautiful the most wonderful was coming home to find dear old dad waiting at the bus stop because he arranged his buying-sunday-paper-warm-bread-fresh-egss etc. with my coming home.

just to see me 10 minutes earlier.


there you go: