Tuesday, November 8, 2011
we had salad and pasta for dinner
I'm trying to change. See, I've just realized I've been looking through a tinted, grubby backseat window this whole time. No, I'm not cleaning the window, I don't like Windex. I'm climbing out of this car seat, stretching my wings, rolling the sunroof across and sticking my whole head outta this goddamn car. This freeway of life is so bright and gleaming, I'm only twenty-two goddamnit, my eyes are streaming and my skin is stretching. It's exhilarating, this perspective. I've ditched the seatbelt cuz I got a lockdown on my subliminal, I feel so wild, so buoyed. It's never been like this before.