serenity. no, really! ...for now.

you ever notice how the right (or at least somewhat validating) things seem to find you at the correct times? this happens with me and books... 

"if things were going to change, I'd have to do it. it sounds easy, but try to let go of the one thing in your life that makes you feel that good. and then remember it's also the very thing that makes you feel that bad."

-Jill Talbot

I read that line by myself in a public place last night. the velvet underground was playing. there was a tiny candle in a votive holder. I was surrounded by the conversations of others, the sounds of dishes and coffee machines and laughter. I was sitting in the same spot at the end of the counter that I always gravitate to, legs crossed and dangling, in my own little world. and that passage brought tears to my eyes. it's nice to remember that whatever shitty drama I'm embroiled in (or NOT embroiled in) has already been experienced before, and probably more articulately.

two of my favorite houses in seattle. 

when I was about 9 and visiting from Alaska, my aunt drove me around Capitol Hill and Volunteer Park to look at the mansions. this one vaguely reminds me of Graceland. I went through a (very) brief girly-girl phase around that time: dresses and pink and chandeliers and that whole Traci thing. I wanted a purple MGB convertible. and a boyfriend named, like, Kevin or Blake or something. and I wanted to live in this house. 

riding your bike down this street may render you sterile.  

fever glare. 

I sat here for awhile yesterday. the crows were beginning to roost and making a racket. a couple sat on the grass a few feet away and smoked a bowl. a guy came by with his pointing toddler son. "he wants you to know there's a dog" he explained. occasionally petals would fall off the trees.

and I thought, okay. this is pretty fucking great.