As you float into space, your wide eyes hide your face... "All these miles of water...Out of control, I'm in a hurricane..."
The hurricane is on. We finally saw news footage of a reporter pointing at what seemed to be an enormous hurricane behind him today. He was blowing away, and I was instantly thinking of shitty movies that fake it, when Fenton decided to voice the exact same thought. Jinx, he owes me a beer.

"We are home now. Out of our heads, out of our minds, out of this world, we're out of this time."
I had a very chillaxin' morning, lounging about scantily clad for a bit, avoiding windows and consequently, the gazes of the parades of yuppies making mecca to the farmer's market, before getting half dressed and thinking I should have a shower. Or maybe, a bath. Or maybe a shower and a bath, just to be a bourgeoise skank. I ended up falling asleep in the tub a little too long and doing a panicky nekkid dance when Fenton showed up at my house way too early.

"Speed kills, coming down the street."
The day was very enjoyably filled with amiable conversation. It's funny how you take for granted the ability to just be nonsensical and silly with your friends sometimes, though I know when to be serious. But everyone else just wants serious all the time it seems. You can't just walk up to a stranger and tell them a joke; it doesn't even matter who it is.

Superficially, I met a pink tee-shirt that I sort of fell in love with today. Pink! Of all colors! I best sharpen my ice skates for the pairs routine with Hades tomorrow. It all started with a trip to my favorite clothing store (currently) with the intent of making Fenton get a cool shirt. Beating him into purchasing submission and whatnot. It worked quite well, he didn't walk away empty handed. But the pink shirt. My gaze kept straying back to it, and though I originally wanted a Dead Kennedys decal on it...I don't know if there is something there that would be right for it. I'd have to think about it a little more. However, when the great word debate came up (i.e. what should Fenton put on the back of the T)we came up with utter dictionary genius between the two of us. It was hilarious because it must have taken us a good ten minutes to argue our way to a good one. For the pink shirt, in the future maybe, I was thinking of putting the word "impervious" on the back. I don't know whether it is original anymore, but out of any word that has relevance to what I've learned in my life in regards to negative things, "impervious" is one of them. This, or "indifferent", as a way of maybe summing up a mirror word for society. Both would work actually I suppose.

At Five Star, we got the Butterfly Effect and Pushing Tin, but of course could not depart until I had talked to Five Star guy, whom I have a sneaking suspicion may...enjoy talking to me. We discussed that he had a fairly good chance of surviving a cougar attack (i.e. Dangerous Lives of Alter Boys, and too much time to think about the ending), if he were not set upon from behind by the mighty feline. This vote of confidence I had in him and his will to live through a painful encounter with a scarce predator may get me out of late fees in the future again. Awesome.

Highlight of night: Fenton brought over his Taylor Mali cd, and played some selections for me, and I just completely fell in love with the guy. His voice, his words, and his humor. I need to burn that cd so bad. It was amazing and I can't even describe how it made me feel to hear, it was that profound. I don't think Fenton thought it would affect me very profoundly, but it sort of did. It was like a re-affirmation that I am doing the right thing still. And I have to say, I'd been pretty doubtful again lately, up until today. Sidenote: Fenton does not know until now that he has been the only person allowed to see my project in a state of incompletion. But he's sort of in on it, so I figured it would be ok.

This is good enough for now. I'll rant about Butterfly Effect later. And other stuff, later.




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