Hurricane is the longest song ever
I am listening to Bob Dylan and thinking about bangs (as in the hair kind). I am over them for now. And so is one of my girly crushes, Joanna Newsom, apparently.
Deep thoughts going on over here.
Maybe you can tell, but I am trying to tiptoe on the surface of my mind right now, instead of the usual scraping of the insides out with a dull spoon.
Skipping stones takes practice.
Sunday Service
I’ve been down, I’m climbing up, and I have found salvation at the Church of the Talking Heads. Praise David Byrne. His voice and his energy and electric, spasmodic motions make me a believer.
tickle fight! 