dag.

the last couple of days have been soooo busy. and its not over...but after friday, it should be thinning out.

so hmm....what to say

its hard to say anything, my mind has been so occupado with things that i have to do that i have hardly had time to stop and realize what a beautiful couple of days it has been!

i hope this summer is fun, i really do.

Lately ive been doing a  lot of daydreaming. And not like, anything honorable or anything.

complete 

utter

superficial

self serving 

day dreaming.

and not for any particular reason.

i keep finding myself in this loft apartment, well, its not an apartment but ive turned it into that. and everything is made of tin, and huge sun soaked windows, and large and plentiful black of white photos of everything and everyone i love. Everything is covered in paint, except the pristine kitchen  in which i make quacamole and serve g and t's to day guests on occasion...out of my favorite painty mug...."skydive dallas" My bed is inches from my canvas, right where i can get at it, right where it cant escape and i can think about it all the time, and i never want to escape, and when i need to escape i just take a 90 degree turn to my left and read the streets that are new york city and smile at all the angry people below and think..hmm, maybe they would be happy if they had a painting studio and a g&t. and sock feet.mmmmmmmm

dreamy.

i would definately have the vogue cover of sjp framed somewhere and a piano and busy weekends full of free flights to guam and bora bora and cali and evvvvvvvrywhere. And i read my little books and write my little songs and make my little art in my little life in my little room. theres also a spiral staircase to a roof where i make my garden..

rosemary

because rosemary is beast and you can grow it anywhere

basil...because i use it the most

mint...for the g and t's and for ice cream

and probably a potted orchid, that will go inside with me, on my bedside stool next to my phone and recent read.

friends will come over unannounced and surprise me...lets go for a walk, lets get sushi! hows your art coming!? wanna hear about my day? 

i know this weird but i love it when people gripe to me about their petty issues, it  makes me feel closer to them, i wanna hear alllll about all the stuff that bugs people all the time, dont ask me why. people of the world, if you wanna bitch about something, look no further.

and.

i will leave this haven occasionally to buy supplies or to go to work where the kids are that i know and love, and at night...taxi's and business, but always to bed and up early, even if i dont have to be.

And ill stomp down those streets like they are my runway for this five-foot-nothing stalk of hope and naievety. and those girls howling cursing at each other about a cab fare and that fat old dude thats confronting his store manager, yeah they're the audience. oh and all that noise, thats just them screaming "hell yes!"