2006-02-04 - 4:31 p.m.
Pale robin's egg blue, dusty chocolate brown, creamy mint green, and a twentysomething latent affection for pink. From velvet brocades to paper thin arguments, I am utterly predictable (signifying a motion from midwestern winters to ubersunny personality attributes I didn't know existed).
A house disjointed but filled with awesome? Like a secret treehouse for immature grown-ups. From there I think people usually go from plastic to wood furniture and REALLY grow up, and I hope I don't bother or ever need to bother. Somewhere between becoming a cliche and remaining heartfelt is the spot I'll land on, I hope.
I write about the same crap all the time. Entertaining dreams in the parlor of my consciousness!