Eyes are like champagne. They sparkle, bubble over and in the morning all you got is rain.

Right now, my hands are veiny. I think it's cause I was doing a lot of strenuous work. Like opening and closing my dresser drawers multiple times. Yeah, that's probably what created the veiny appearance of my hands. Sometimes veins are gross when they bulge out like underground roadways. Hondas and Mini Coopers poking through your skin, riding down I-95. Yuck. But right now, my hands aren't sick nasty. The street under my skin is merely just a one way. Narrow and discrete. I wonder why I'm talking about my veins. Have I seriously run out of topics to blaguh about? Pssh, hail NO.

Wanna know the reason I've been opening and closing my drawers? Ok. It's cause I'm interested in the clothes that I own. Especially a new dress that was purchased today. Twelve dollahs. Cha-ching. I'm playing dress up. And then dress down. And then dress up again. My face is being painted with purples and greens that accent my hazelnut eyeballs. The sort of hourglass that is my hips and my torso is being wrapped in soft cloth. I'm heating my hair with a ceramic iron until it's forced to stand straight just so I can pin half of it up and pretend I'm some kind of greek goddess. All the while, Josh Ritter is singing me tunes about his girl in the war (see: alcoholic title) and a thin blue flame. I'm glad I listen to his music, but especially his words. He is a brilliant poet. Having a secret love affair with every meaning of every word. Mister Ritter is having a major impact on me...so much that I had a crazy weird dream involving him turning into Rob Schneider (of SNL, Big Daddy and all those other Sandler flicks). But besides the silly metamorphosis, Joshua is superb as ever.

I need to take away some of the yellow on my walls. By that, I mean I need to find adequate wall hangings. I might just have to start drawing more. And that's fine. But I want things that I don't do. All I've been drawing are old women that turn into popcorn boxes. And I don't know how much I want to see a saggy woman on my wall everyday. So I think what needs to happen is I need to go dumpster diving (or you could just give me anything you don't want anymore. Fabric, posters, orange peels....anything). Also, if you have old time books that you aren't interested in anymore, send them my way, por favor. Tanks a bunch.

I'm going to build an ark. I figure with all this rain, I'm sure this is like Noah part II, right? Except this time, I want the ark to be a petting zoo. And the main attraction will be alpacas. Gots ta make a livin' :)