dangerous compassions

I call you / from the comet's cradle

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

gah

Hey, I forgot to blog yesterday. That's weird.

Today at my favorite park I sat on a park bench in full sun. I felt the sun shine on me, and it felt good. I was sitting under huge trees that have lost almost all of their leaves.

Nothing I am feeling or doing is blogworthy, or nothing I'm feeling or doing is bloggable.

At Trader Joe's I like this punk rock checker who's pregnant. Today she asked if I found everything okay, and I wanted to complain that the Trader Joe's enchilada sauce isn't vegetarian, but I didn't feel strong enough.

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