mystery clock.

My neice stuck her tongue out at me, so i kissed it. she said it was so gross and that it tasted like a clock. a mystery clock. ? .
I love it here at my mom and dad's place. Charlie keeps a nice lawn and it smells like sweet peas. i harldy do anything here. I am sleeping in the laundry room. I am cuddling. I am having a nice time.
Making lots of secret plans.

There is a lot about Vancouver that I could do without.
Fashion blogs. Pee scented alleys. Needles in the grass. Olympics.
Whatever.

Mostly, my heart is full to exploding. Gutts everywhere.
Thinking a lot about love. The good kind of love. The kind where you find home.
Maybe it's found in a cup of tea or in a hairdryer. I don't know.
It makes me square.
That's okay.
Got me some Washington Phillips, and a good friend, and full belly.

A huge bed.
Clean PJ's.
A new moleskin.
A good book.
Rad.