So I guess I'm semi-officially moving in with my brother for the end of the month? I sent him up with some of my boxes, anyway. He tells me the rent is $200 for me and a $200 monthly deposit for Butcher? That sounds ridiculous to me. They can't take away my baby... D: I don't know what will happen if I can't work that out, but-- now I must focus on how to make it work.

I am feeling musically soggy. maggiesox posted The Boxer because she was thinking of her father, and then I started listening to James Taylor because it seemed like a natural progression, but now I'm thinking about my mother, so:

James Taylor - Sweet Baby James

Deep greens and blues are the colors I choose, won't you let me go down in my dreams?



Hm. Definitely and definitively tripped over that one, and I keep forgetting my camera when there's something lovely in front of me. (Let's have a camera laundry day next week, victoriansquid!) For now I think cigarette, song, thunderstorm still pending, maybe it'll come unpent while I stand and encourage the creation of clouds. One a.m. Thursday nothing special, except I feel like I have something left to see tonight.


Ah, hell, whatever I have coming, you have something pretty.

wait. don't let this line go slack. don't go alone into the cold. wait. don't give up on this yet. I know that there's more you haven't told. wait my love, just one more thought...wait my love, I haven't got time in my life to watch you drift out to sea. so please, wait. don't let this line go slack. I want to bring you back to where I know you. wait. don't give up on this yet. I just want you to let you let me hold you. wait my love, just one more thought...wait my love, I haven't got time in my life to watch you drift away. but I've all kinds of time if you'll stay. I know we're transcontinental, 1:30 a.m. and there's not even a wire, just a whispering in air. I know we're transcontinental, 1:30 a.m. but I'm here.