If I could be a beverage, I would be coffee. The smell intoxicates me yet the taste drives me to the faucet with an empty glass in my left hand. If an individual was coffee he/she would never be tired, unless he/she was decafinated coffee. Many would love and depend on him/her to wake them up and/or make them happy. It is good to start out a day with a cup of something lovely. Perhaps if I could just manage to drink coffee I would be satisfied but alas, I cannot drink the bitter beverage that inthrawls millions. The beautiful Hannah sent me a letter. If I could have an "alter-ego" or something like that I would be Hannah. She has the maturity and wisdom of an accomplished adult yet she is, in numbers, years away from adulthood. She wrote to me about a "City in Blue" experience at the library. I am still grinning about that. "City in Blue" is an amazing painting. Hannah thought so too. Wisconsin is beautiful. The four seasons are lovely. So many people I have talked to complain about Wisconsin. Yet, I find it beautiful. I do not want to live here the rest of my life but, I am glad I have the opportunity to "grow-up" here. I was driving to rehershal on Friday and it was perfect. Green and blue painted lushly over the country side. It tickled my soul. Dad stopped by work yesterday. I had to act like I was doing something while I was talking to him, I think he was rather confused as I was randomly touching objects in the store to make it seem as though I was doing something important. He had been in Quebec (spelling so sorry) the past week and before that I had been in Manhattan so I had not seen him for about 3 1/2 weeks.
Spaulding Gray is still terribly fabulous.
"kiko...and the lavender moon..."
Los Lobos is too.

not tryed....Tried....so sorry

The past few days have felt like November. This summer I have cracked five twin eggs open. I found it rather bizarre that this has happened so frequently this summer. That is a perfect sandwhich. I have made alot of phone calls from the dem. headquarters this past week. I write alot because if I had the time to count I would probably....nevermind. Corkey has been living under my bed for the past three days. I have tryed to coax her out but she seems rather content so I suppose I will just leave her there. Arthur Miller is lovely. After the Fall was beautiful. I saw a Jean Dubuffet painting in a department store and it made my year.
je suis courtney