Sunday, April 10
my life is like a love letter to you that i never get around to sending
time to take the plastic off my windows, one at a time, live with the front door open, take breakfast on the stoop, wear flowered shirts, make green-flavored things to eat.
i thought maybe there could be a picnic, but instead people were like people (sorry, people.) i don't blame them individually, it was a collective failure. so i did my laundry, wore a toque and mardi gras beads, and sunglasses, which must have made my neighbors think i am silly.
as for today, i made a lime pie (possibly key, depending on whether the defining factor is the kind of lime or the kind of pie), with minty whipped cream.
it was kind of day that makes me want to go to an of montreal concert. so yeah, i'm gonna do that.
er, this is obviously a joke, right?
it was cinematic how we loved
(p.s. look at the cool scrabble game i played with dave, here.)