Don't Stand So Close to Me

Hello, hello.  Oh MAN this has been a crazy week (thus far), but in very very good ways :)

Ah yes, the perfect spring image.  Yesterday I had lunch outside and it was warm(ish), sunny, and they were cutting grass.  That scent triggers such nostalgia and brings me to a million places at once.  I remember being eight years old, the summer nights felt like forever and i would just lie in the freshly cut grass (only to wake up w/ hives later that night...but that's another story and thank God I have outgrown that horrific allergy)...toying with individual blade, watching the bugs and thinking about how it would be to live such a tiny life.  A life where a lawn is like an immense forest.  Hm.

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I don't understand it, but I trust* it

*am learning* to trust it

*am trying to learn to trust it

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Extremely excited:  www.wherethewildthingsare.com 

You know where I'll be on October 16th

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Ink runs from the corners of my mouth.
There is no happiness like mine.
I have been eating poetry.

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There are so many thoughts in my head right now, I just don't have the umph to put them into words.  Yet.  When I have more time, I promise.

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I caught that scent on the subway the other day.  I don't know where it was coming from.  It made my heart heavy.

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Exactly 2 months until my birthday!  Start planning, people.  Haha, I kid, I kid (but if you really know me, you'll know I'm not kidding at all.  I like to make a big deal out of birthdays).  

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MOMA, MOMA, MOMA this weekend...finally!  It's been for-ev-er

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Thanks to Mr. Marques for this (you got your shout-out...watch out, the fan mail comes quickly):

http://proof.blogs.nytimes.com/2009/03/22/your-signature-cocktail/

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What do you do with tulips once they wilt?  Are they done, or do you snip off the ends and keep them around?

[not speaking metaphorically here.  Really, what do I do?  Makes for an interesting metaphor though.]

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Coooooool:

http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=102601823

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I see myself, but from the outside.
I keep trying to feel who I was,
and cannot. Hear clearly the sound
the bucket made hitting the sides
of the stone well going down,
but never the sound of me.