mon amour, ma cherie | amadou & mariam
breakfast: mushroom/red onion/stilton omelette. good hot coffee for a “maybe it’ll snow” day.
lunch: dunno. i’m feeling kale chips or crispy tofu. (i had both!)
ensemble: white racerback tank and surfboard pajamas. warm times for when i go to dc for helen’s printmaking panel discussion.
dream: i was thrown into an asylum with brad pitt and an oompa loompa (what kind of sucker punch/12 monkeys/gene wilder shiz is that?) and spent most of the dream planning my escape. there was a communal bubble/steam bath involved. hey, brad pitt in a steam bath - i’m not complaining. i was with stine’s family and planning her birthday shindigs. there was cake. i heart cake. i had wizard powers and essentially cleared the entire street’s path of leaves. the little neighbor saw me. it was not lemondrop/hidden under the cloak of darkness. wtf was i thinking, using my wand during the day around all them muggles. ahhh, nerd alert. i was in an arcade-like spinning class where all the machines played boyband music videos.
