<-- /me blushes furiously P.S. SNEEEEAKY -->
Lovely lovely lovely. I woke up smiling and it's all because of sweet people dreams.
- I finally meet the guy who owns the farm and
have to introduce him to everyone. This is the guy
that owns my farm! I say. Jason is only mildly
interested. This is the guy that walked through
my bedroom last week - THIS IS THE MYSTERY MAN IN
A RED PLAID SHIRT! I am so excited about this
I make us banana milkshakes to celebrate.
- My computer stool functioned like a unicycle,
rolling down the street easy. I steered like a pro
and when I passed Eli who is over six feet tall I was
high enough to see that he needed a haircut. I did
not tell him, instead I kept it private like a secret
- My bedroom is a storefront on a busy
cobblestoned street. Not much for privacy, but
terrific light. I keep the blinds up all night,
sleeping peacefully in a patch of lamplight that
I pretend is the moon.
On a perfect morning
I wake up at 6:58 precisely, (even though my alarm
is not set) and look up to see stifling crowds
inspecting my dirty carpet, red sheets, yellow
posters, myself in rumpled bed mess. I have to lower
the blinds for shame.
Through the slats I see
Magic Boy and he is gesturing, We Need to Talk.
I tilt my head to the doorway and open it for him,
still in my faded t-shirt and shorts. Give us some
Privacy I tell the crowd and splendidly they
comply so I let him in all sneaky like.
- On another morning I open the door and find my
long lost friend from school standing poised to knock.
She has turned into a super model and still she is
friendly. I loved that spread of yours InStyle featured
last month I tell her. Yes she yawns That was
fun to shoot. Do you have any Perrier?