excuse me, i am probably never going to say anything again, i will be too busy sitting on my porch, reading among all the flowers we have put there.
the sky this past week has been decadent. i never want to come inside. i am coming inside now to show beck how to burn cds, & then i am going outside again to learn how to drive.
even though now i want to walk everywhere. even though there are popsicles, homemade ones i hadn't mentioned yet, which beg me from their freezery home to take one of them outside & put it down my throat.