the first day back to work after a mini vacation is the pits.
why am i not a lady of leisure?
i spent this past weekend listening to music, looking at boys that have me smitten and breathing in the ocean.
all of these make real life even less desirable.
i wonder if he thinks of me. randomly. i could just pretend he does.
i was able to convince the kind man on the ferry that it would harm no one if he let me stay on for a little while, which bought me more time for daydreaming.
there were rain drops, wind, wine and waves crashing just below my finger tips. people came and went, two families..some couples and one man in a hurry.
i remained far away.
..weed makes me babble.
to sum up the past few days; daydreaming beats thinking, if that makes sense. live music fixes most things and sometimes you see a face, and all you can do is grin.
grinning like a goon may not be smooth or coy... but that fucking face.