tapping left heel with bent knee and nodding head

i am too psyched to sleep. it is the inter-tertiary dancesport competition later!

hello, hello, hello
:let's see how far we've come - matchbox 20

there are not enough friends nor friends' friends who are interesting enough and blog regularly enough. the regular bloggers are "oh today this and this and that and that" (okay june you're the exception because you are zzpy) and the rest just do not write enough.

can you chronicle each moment of your perception and perspective on anything and everything the mash and mesh of your existence and dreamy whispers and silenced breaths and forbidden sighs, oh do let me into that inner sanctum, do! hush and shush i promise i will.

now it's over for me and it's over for you
:let's see how far we've come - matchbox 20

the first line of the novel read, "red peonies grow between the concrete slabs." and i, i will walk against this conjured gale for all imagined eternity to reach that withering bloom and kiss its wispy petals. except, was it ever there?