all over the place

a wicked old witch lives here and her name is soledad. i have never seen her but i know she's there.

blue moon

i keep falling in love with everything around me

chill

Should I have talked about Juliette or the leaves, since it's impossible to do both at once? Let's say that both, on this October evening, trembled slightly.

schoolbooks and borders

corazon loco

i think i have a thing for trees

surreal

queen of the kitchen

I woke up this morning to too much bitterness. yesterday was beautiful and so naturally today's bitter. i decided against going to work. i've learned not to start experiments when mad. they tend to sense it and end up being bitchy and uncooperative. and then i become aggressive and then hell breaks loose.

i needed positive energy. basil. there is nothing more calming than the smell of fresh basil. well there is. but today i had a basil fixation. so i got two tiny plants, you know, the ones they have at the supermarkets. and i made pesto. now i have witnesses to what i am about to say. you will never- and i mean never- taste more orgasmic pesto than the one i made today.

too complicated

dude

hmm..