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you stuttered like a kalidescope
-magneticfields-

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i have had far too much coffee.
far too much coffee.

my eyeballs feel as if they are going to pop out of my head, and my hands are shaking and shaking. i feel as if i have received a fright, and instead, i am sitting here and thinking about how good bed would be; at the same time, how boring bed would be.

the boyfriend and i woke up and enjoyed sometime in the bedroom, all alone. the sun streaming in through the windows, our hands in each others.

we jumped in the car and were off. off to do boring things like buy phones and drop off rent checks and get haircuts (his).

the haircut place is next door to the local coffee roaster. after i sat and thumbed through magazines, and before the boyfriend's straight razor shave, we were off and into the local coffee roaster for a break with coffee and a cigarette.

and there, in the local coffee roaster we ran into two friends coloring their ways through hundreds of valentines, and boom, we were recruited.

i sat down immediately after buying coffee and smoking a cigarette, making small talk and hawking colored pencils off one of the friends. the boyfriend came in after his straight razor shave.

i didn't notice the sun wasn't out. i didn't notice until my elbow thought it was going to fall off and i looked at my watch. we had been coloring valentines, discussing the finer points of the atkins diet (theirs) and work wardrobes (ours).

four hours.
an hour later, the boyfriend and i left with a set of the valentines all of our very own. five hours of coloring valentines, too much coffee and good conversation.

that was exactly what i needed on an unexpected day off.

and i have decided what my sixth tattoo is going to be. now i just have to scrape up enough money for my sixth one.

(and no, i'm not telling you. the sixth one is a damn good idea, so good it might be my fifth one)