i hope i am worrying about nothing.

photos

So if you toss together a little humidity, miles of longing and a bit of bob dylan, you'll find ami in a holga type mood. evidence of this:

i wish i had a real holga. however i don't, and this was all done on photoshop. but i think i got the feel of it down.

prude

i stopped myself from uploading a photo, well without first re-editing it, on flickr. i thought the shadow of my ass was too...skanky i guess.

i am such a prude.

I opened my eyes
And looked up at the rain,
And it dripped in my head
And flowed into my brain,
And all that I hear as I lie in my bed
Is the slishity-slosh of the rain in my head.

I step very softly,
I walk very slow,
I can't do a handstand--
I might overflow,
So pardon the wild crazy thing I just said--
I'm just not the same since there's rain in my head.
(shel silverstein)

i don't want you to say goodbye.

due to the long day and the weed, this may be more of a visual entry.

recent youtube watches:


(though you should watch(listen to) the devotchka cover, fancy face)






(wish i could have found a better video, but ah well. his voice alone made me keep it playing)

this is what i do. late at night, when i have little energy left. smoke a little, imbibe a bit and watch music videos on youtube. thank you internet for helping me accept that mtv will never be there for me again.

(this is where i realize, 20 minutes later, that this window was still open)
do you ever feel like your leading a...well not double life..but two separate ones? like, it's one life, yours, but there are two different...i don't even know where i'm going with this, honestly. or how to explain where i am going with this. random fragmented thought, i reckon.

one more video... it seemed rather appropriate, on all fronts.
i tried to find the video for Rain that i watched about an hour ago...and it is gone, replaced by sucky ones.... but i ended watching this one... which, though i have a penchant for all the man does, is one of my favorite stories...

is there anything more precious than baby feet? seriously.

these feet belong to miss molly, who joined us last week.

i slept soundly last night. shortly but soundly, with dreams of t rides and spring time. it was all whirling but felt lovely. i'm hoping to recreate that tonight, well, at least the feeling.

i've come to the conclusion that may neighbors, if they have not already, will be on the steve wilkos show one day. they are crazy and keep bizarre company.

youtube is like that shiny thing to the kid who can't pay attention.