Oh Eastern Time, how I love you.

As bubble messages go back and forth, I feel my cheeks redden. I am back in adventure land and as much as being away from Texas land saddens me a teeny tiny bit, I am much much liking being back on the East Coast. I love the greens and blues and I absolutely love being able to cycle and walk to galleries and craft stores. I love how thrift stores and flea markets lurk around street corners. I love being able to sit around the bookstore fountain in the sunny afternoons, listen to the buskers, read my book and have lunch. Cos' I love the way you call me 'Baby'.

Even the super market is super exciting and artsy. I really love how its tiny and original with their healthy alternatives. I like how they are so Vegan, Vegetarian friendly. Yes, I do realise I am raving on about a supermarket.

Among all this rich clarity I stop to think. I wonder why I keep labouring under a misapprehension. Why do I bother trying. Why do I accept all this. Its because I care. I don't say I believe in something and then act otherwise. I am only human, I make mistakes, lots of them. Are you not as well? I carry on loving you and caring for you the same way I have from the beginning, thats not going to change, no matter if its not reciprocated. I don't harbour the same hatred and anger that you seem to. I never hold your mistakes against you and thats how I know I'm better. Neither of us are perfect, but if you'd like to carry on this war, go ahead just do it without me. I'm done.

So Howard Sherman is having a showing at The American University here in D.C on the 31st. I figured since I haven't seen him or his work since the studio visit in Fall '07 I should pop in and check out the progress.


I am lush full of ideas for Summertime pieces, they're brimming I need to write them down somewhere. Aside from messiness from not properly unpacking and tidying, I am all well. My tag box's inactivity tickles me sometimes. I mean, I know I write these for a non-existent audience, but you don't actually have to go prove it! Also, on side note. Hurrah for museum internship job volunteer thing thing being on its way. Being occupied makes me feel happy and useful. Also, M Street awaits my arrival. I now have an excuse to run into town.

I am too dedicated to keeping phone dates, for my own good. Je suis fatigué. J'ai besoin de sommeil.

All my love.
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