out on the lawn, well pretend we're having tons of fun- in this world were we don't belong.
...
& she said: " if you don't do this now, you'll be kicking yourself when you're 80.. which is difficult to do, and usually how you break a hip."
because this life is what you make it.
so let's do it right.
can't we streatch this moment? make it last for eternaty? id be so content, if only it would last. i could freeze frame this memory so I could remember what it feels like to laugh.
I got a new digital camera. I'm really geeked about it. it was the first thing I bought with my tax dollars. I got my last camera stolen around november; its been horrifically tragic being without the ability to capture life through a third eye. I tried to make due with the little 4 mega pixel camera on my phone, but it's just not the same. not that the cute little hot pink camera I purchesed is anything of photographic quality. but it's got fourteen megapixals and it captures unexpected moments. or ones Ill try to not soon forget. It's just funny how one picture can spark a rememberance of so many hidden memories.
part of your soul really is captured when you get your picture taken.
so smile. the memories will fade faster then the ink of this picture.
I wanted to invest in a good camera, but who am I to kid? I'd feel way too cliché.
...besides I need a computer first.
so far I'm having an incredibly good weekend. had a lazy lay-in day yesterday: ordered pizza & watched the oc. woke up this morning, luckily caught a ride to work since I had missed the bus. yet I got to work with 3 minutes to spare. & I got to serve an old friend as a table at work. plus i had an asigo bagel from panera as breakfast when i got to work, to boot. then it was still early & it slowed down, so it was time for me to go. i started walking to the bus stop, happy that the sun was peeking out of the clouds- only to figure out the no. 5 doesn't run north on Sundays. but it was ok because as I walked, I passed by a car that had seen me waiting for the bus... and they offered me a ride. a cute family going to family dinner over at their sisters. then, as if giving me a ride across town wasn't enough- they wouldn't take no as an answer when they asked if I wanted Sunday dinner. so I arrived at home, with a bag full of to go boxes. turkey, green beans, cornbread, yams, cheesey potatoes, and chicken wings; "a taste of everything. good black food." verbatium. the care package even included a little hawaiian punch& a small bottled water.
it was straight out of a movie almost.
it's nice when I get proof of the fact that there still are good people out there. moms that can't stand seeing someone elses baby walking home in the cold. sometimes humanity takss me by surprise.
so I feel sky high. floating on the clouds. &&I don't wanna cone down.
i took a walk up to the circle k, to grab nicotine. && enjoy the last of these rays. music going in one ear, random thoughts drifting out of the pen. I should do this more often. sitting outside with my iced coffee, I could hardly care that the wind is chilly when it blows.
I have no motavation to head home. maybe I'll travel these roads a bit more...
comtemplate whether I should drop off the mix cd, that's been living in my purse.
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