Saturday, April 24, 2010


my fingers are caked in residual dirt from my excursions in the front yard today. sometimes getting dirty is nice. dirt is real. it helps you remember that you're alive. it makes you feel part of something bigger.

lots to blog about. hopefully one day everything i want to say will be acceptable to talk about.

maybe not.
but it's in there. bubbling. like a soda bottle that's been shaken way too much.

1 comment:

Whitney Leigh said...

Is THAT why I feel so alive at work? I kid, I kid.

But seriously. there is so much dirt.