it's heating up and...it's heating up. temperatures and tempers and a tolerance for skimpy clothing. it's hot. so are you. that kind of a thing.

tonight is the first rehearsal and even though chris is the only one who doesn't know me I still feel nervous and hesitant and a little bit like humming.

maybe I'll make another daquiri.

mom's sugery is today; she'll be home tonight, a stream of painkillers and foam supports left in her wake. I'm on get another drink change the dvd duty, dad took off work, the seasoned professional he is. two more days and we'll have a full house.



when I was younger and not quite as wise, a boy -named thurston or blaine or something equally pretentious and out of place in Lancaster- asked my cousin and I what he could give to us if we fell in love with him. She wanted a black Lexus in a three-car garage, I wanted a firefly he caught in his hand. All this time later our preferences haven't changed...she got her car and I got my fireflies. But I still think I got the better deal.

ash @ 3:41 PM