oh pretty blue sky that we sing about with acoustic guitars and drum beats.
dinner under mood lighting, i swear, b/c the room hummed in golden ambience. not only from overhead lightbulbs screwed into sockets, but from radiation of smiles and giggles and apples and rubbing hand on thigh. my home fries resemble a war zone according to ali. this girl loves ketchup.
the record store sold me a belle and sebastian ticket. imagining the late spring evening in technicolors.
damion speaks to me in a voice that coats the vision with brown sugar and roasting cedar. curled up while your mind rests, watching you sleep sexy in the shadows.
dogs always come at the right time, don't they?
currently spinning: beulah: popular mechanics for lovers