PIQUANTPHAZE:

as is any day your bike gets stolen, your house is a mess, and your life is in limbo. it’s fucking tiring. i keep having morning dreams about friends and people that i haven’t seen in a while, and i don’t understand why. i wake up, think about getting in touch with them, decide it’s a whatever-sort-of choice. “i had a dream about you so here i am getting in touch,” no… no not quite, thanks. i’m in a bad mood and my radio alarm clock is set to this oldies r&b music about all the bad things happening in their lives, and them not knowing what to do about it either: terrible lovers, wanting to go home, not enough dough, wanting to be with their babies. no stolen bike song yet, maybe i should work on that.

i know i should feed myself, clean my place, clean myself and i’ll feel much better. if it weren’t for my cats all snuggling on my bed i’d be totally uninterested in trying to feel better. top it off with a glowing grey sky; clouds all around is depressing, i’d rather it would just rain.

here’s the ad, but i’m not hopeful.

when people surprise you with what stupid-good poets they are.

also: 

the moon seems so near, but it’s so far. like most of my life goals.

time travel bike rides. pinched blackberries gettin plopped into champagne with somma that nectar, that pinapple-orange-mango jam. freezing cold downhill willies and high fives & goodbyes & shit.

going to bed at what hour? waking up when?? yo, fuck you.

1. wake up before 1pm
2. water plants, move them around
3. make scrambled egg whites with walnut toast and coffee.
4. look into which bike shops i should go to later for the purchase of a bicycle.
5. more thorough research on the nations of Peru & Bolivia, since i think these are the ones i’ll be visiting in no less than two months as a WWOOF volunteer.
6. Eat more guinness pudding and beer cream with Elizabeth. It’s all gooooone. So…6.5. Make banana bread.
7. Buy a bike. Start building a bike.