Do what you love. Love what you do. That's what my coffee mug says to me in the morning. That's only if I choose to be blinded by pale yellow. I reach for the Cafe du Monde mug whenever I want to feel like I've accomplished something by reaching up into the cabinet and grabbing a coffee cup And maybe also pouring it. Life is good, though. I walked around the yard a little bit today and played with the dogs. I sometimes think it'd be great to run around like a wild horse and bite at all my friends' legs and snarl when one tries to hump me and wiggle around on my back legs up in the air to get rid of a good itch. I just realized there's some woods by my house. A few trees left standing. When Europeans first came here they were amazed by the fact that there wasn't a lot of underbrush. Just rows upon rows of pines. That's the way it is. My forest. Not as grand or mysterious as Stella but it's a little green for my grey-torn eyes. Love, Krystin. Post Script-I need something to de-solemnize myself with. Octupus-dancing? J. Geils? Nerd x-x-x-x-core? Oui.
I have writer's block. Ani DiFranco is 3 months pregnant. I'm fucking SHOCKED. you're made of talent kryz.
