full of moxie and viscosity

Damien Rice on the stereo this day, lime verbena in my console and a whale sweater. I can't get enough of the whale sweater or the new pair of dimples. I'm cheesy and overemotional and I love it. Tomorrow I'll get told I have cavities and I'll go to tutor and I'll go to Richard's house and I'll see the crew and I'll go home and sleep and I'll start the next day over with clean aprons and dirty shoes. I want to write better and think of things more concretely and less abstractly and talk more to people who like the bridges (or to people who allow the bridges to drive them crazy).

Let's cut all of the excess from our days.