dancing

went to a praise dance concert saturday night. great stuff. during this one song there was this little girl with white beads in her hair. she leapt back and forth waving her head around. the words of the song were "no, no, no, i never knew i could be this happy." and her motions illustrated that. and it was beautiful. god is joy. (well, god is love, which leads to joy a good portion of the time)

nose

i've got this thing in my nose. it makes it whistle. hurts like a dickens. damn dry winter air. i'm going to stand in the shower for awhile.

running

is running just a socially acceptable form of self-harm/punishment? i'm pissed at myself and have an urge to run until i fall down puking.

what??

the fallopian tubes. . . why aren't they connected to the ovaries? that would make sense wouldn't it? why with something as critical as ovulation do you want to play interstitial catch?

post office

the other day i went into the post office at 5:07. the windows close at 5:00, but they were still open. staring me down, they put up their closed sign as i beg to buy a book of stamps. they gesture at the machine. but i don't have two fives. and i can't get these stamps and nobody cares. so i mumble under my breath as i walk out to see a cop drive through a red light. why does everybody stomp on those around them? why do they do what they know they can get away with? wtf, man. then meagen says that night, "suck it up, you can handle being stomped on every now and then. some people get that every day." oh, yeah. that's why it's good to have her around. (one of the many reasons).