all new.(i don't know what that means. the two words just sit there on the screen in front of me & all the things i try to write, to follow, fall ridiculously.)
there is nothing like this past weekend.
seeing my brother | meeting jesse | cooking (inventing) vegan shepherd's pie (my kitchen voodoo) while listening to this american life, while talking to lady J | listening to the posi-code boys talk their voodoo talk | the girl at chipotle | taking pictures in the park, wearing scarves | dancing on the sidewalk in the short north for holiday hop | the moon full out & me without my coat | & walking home | & falling asleep with the cats on my feet
& there was music constantly, & singing along. & now it is advent (no �gloria�, the new �holy holy holy�, purple vestments) & bean has come back from miami with a laptop she inherited, but with no pastelitos for me.
in the other room, mischka & bean wrestle with the laptop. blast.
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