Yes T Rex, yes!

I want to marry a guy who looks forward to making bad decisions all day long, that's me, yes! We can make bad decisions (and illogical babies) together, I am very good at this activity and think the joint effort would only improve matters.

Just watched Amelie again tonight and cried and cried. It's so beautiful. It makes me miss things that haven't happened yet. Kinda makes me feel like reality is doomed to happen no matter what I do. People are complete, even if they seem flat when rushing through a train station thinking about missed appointments.

My life is too good. My house, my friends I've been missing, the cheap standard of living. We have two porches, a clean ocean, quiet neighbors, air, a cute breakfast place with 9/10 hot chocolate walking distance away, a hill filled with surprises above us, like this "pa," (Still not sure what a pa is), cheap yoga, an excitingly foreign accent for easily picking up people in bars. Not that I, uh, want to do that sort of thing but it's a useful hook for dealing with the scary stranger thing. Me and Frankie used it last night in a bar on Tory St. But really, I'm afraid of getting spoiled here, it's really not fair to everyone else. What about the starving Ethiopians?

Jealous of everyone at Burningman right now though. Arty dusty naked pickles. Last night I had a dream that someone built a time machine, asked us where we wanted to go, and I instantly answered Woodstock '69. I miss dance parties. In the dream I gave birth to a baby as well, so maybe I miss my future baby?

Hee hee, Francisco is snoring on the couch! I'm gonna drag his naked ass into bed (we're naked, you see, because the Ardents are at Burningman and even though it's only 40 degrees out we have to be naked all the time, because we can).