i reacquainted myself with the old rust of a bicycle that had fallen down for some time. (note: song i wrote about said bike coming soon).
because of the cold i haphazardly put on a bunch of clothing without much thinking, only to eventually look like one who is homeless. this costume actually contributed quite a bit to the good times, because when everyone is looking at you suspiciously in CVS, you can feel free to try on sweatshirts in the aisle, closely calculate the different price to volume ratio of different Cheezit boxes, and even open the sunglass-repair kit before you purchase to see if it contains the proper sized screw.
so on my rusty junk, hair hardly constrained by corduroy hat, i set sail on my dreams: (in no particular order other than the order in which they appear)
1) buying a repair kit for sunglasses that broke summer 2007 and have been sitting on the table gathering dust since summer 2007.
2) obtaining a box of cheezits for $1.
3) acquiring adhesives to fix bern's mirror that wakes me each morn as it slams against the slamming bedroom door.
4) procuring a disposable camera to chronicle all the things i love or at least like a lot.
5. ordering some aforementioned purchases in a vulgar way on bern's nicely-made bed.
(note: i just went to upload that picture, and couldn't bring myself to do it)
