contours

i'm feeling more and more like the contours of my soul are becoming more visible to me, like the contours of my face newly without glasses.

and i like what i'm seeing.

and i have to be honest. i stole the "contours of my soul" from a friend... i just loved it so much.

rien

i have nothing to say. just needed to burn a few minutes while i sit at home, with the "upbeat" playlist on, drinking sugar-free vanilla-flavored coffee. waiting for the clock to catch up. looking at all the boxes and furniture in the living room, huddled in the corner. waiting for its new home. it's all very exciting.

i feel a big change coming.

more than moving.
more than decorating a new home.
more than spring approaching.
more than new roommates.
more than same ol', same ol'.

like someone's going to ask me to sing for their band, and i'll sell all the shit i own, and tour with them.

and millions of men will wish they were mine.

i think i need a boyfriend.

:)

french makeup

i like to put my makeup on in the morning while listening to french cafe music.

as long as i'm careful enough that the dancing doesn't get dangerously close to inciting an eye-liner-pencil-in-the-eyeball injury, which almost happened this morning.

Drifter

there's a drifter in my head.

a disheveled homeless man. surprisingly, not smelly.

sitting in the aisle of my mid-consciousness.

scanning the ground, repeating "where'd i put my book?"

he doesn't serve any allegorical or allusive purpose.

maybe he just needed a place to stay tonight.