it's hump day

just sayin....

passion has little to do with euphoria and everything to do with patience. it is not about feeling good. it is about endurance. like patience, passion comes from the latin root: pati. it does not mean to flow with exuberance. it means to suffer.
(that was from a book i read over the summer, but can't recall which one now)

my dog always freaks out when i set up the ironing board, or take it down and put it away.

i don't wish bad days on anyone. really. bad days suck. but for some reason, when eli has a bad day, it really gets to me. she doesn't deserve to have a bad day.

"put on your red shoes and dance"

i like money a lot, but bartering rocks.

it was a missed call. it was a wrong number. two total opposites. whirlwind roller coaster. it's ok. dreamy.

i stood in front of a rauschenberg on sunday. and a massive cy twombley piece. there were no photos allowed in the gallery.

i stood in front of joseph cornell pieces. it was almost a religous experience.

what the hell kind of a name is PHYLLIS?

this song reminds me of roberts avenue church dances with the masseys...