my belly hurts. I've mostly only consumed vegetables today, so i'm not sure what's happening. wah. double wah.

getting ahead of myself, making winter mixes, dreaming of furniture and gym-going and wool pants and such, things that are far away from august. Sometimes I think i'm a 'grass is always greener' girl, which I don't particularly like, but. but what. I have discovered a delicious musical genre known as 'twee'. It's raspberry season. My peas have died. I am exploding day by day, creamy banana drinks & coconut rum & beer & spinach and artichoke dip & nachos and chips and summer eating at it's best but i'm - just oh! - what is wrong with me.

& I was sitting on a boat and the sun was going down, my shoulders were pink and my head a little dizzy & a new friend asked me if I was seeing anyone and I sighed a little bit and thought of korea. "it's tragic and romantic" Lisa told her for me and I told her my tale, or a 30 second version of it. I'm trying to think of a lyric. There's always a lyric, but it's not coming.

I'm happy, these days, busy and full, distracted and messy and feeling fulfilled (and full and filled?), slightly gross. Looking forward to new & returning human faces. (bwaaaa! which made me think of human feces!) say goodnight & go.