if it rolls and flows all down her breast.
Please see for me if her hair hangs long,
that's the way I remember her best."
and now im tired and a tad tipsy and wont let myself go to sleep. got some music on.. drinkin vino..cleaning my room. kinda reminds me of when i was in high school and i would listen to bob dylan and fold my sweaters and paint on my wall and write in my journal and wonder what the fuck i was doing with myself. mostly i enjoyed that feeling because i thought i was on the brink of something huge.. i had no concept of consequence..hurt, yes..conseQUENCE, no..not yet.
but tonight.... im a little older.. and maybe not much wiser... but i still love the solitude of my bedroom.. and the space.. and the satisfaction of adding a new piece of something lovely to look at on my wall. or rediscover a song that speaks to me... im wearing a tank top and have the space heater on..contemplating getting a pack of smokes. i put on red lipstick just for fun. im listening to my morning jacket. an album of theirs that i have had for years but never gave a fair shot.
tomorrow: going running, getting food for thanksgiving, maybe some laundry if im feeling fancy....ill make a pumpkin cheesecake.... probably contemplate my life again and probably send out a drunk dial that i cant help myself from sending. damn you drunk dials and texts. you always get the best of me.
