sensory addicted

kale and i got together late, headed down to the square for some people watchin', found it rather dead and wandered around downtown, stopping somewhere on every block to peer in the windows and talking "when we're rich and famous... and fabulous... and you'll be there" and it was just what i needed.
boi, am i happy to be back in portland.
i missed the bums. and the faggots. i can't stop thinking about art projects to starts, 100's of 'em. i need to get settled somewhere already, so i can actually start my year off, start producing something. i went to saturday market today after work and took my sweet time, not buying a thing. but god i hate it, my mind reels when im there, that place is crawling with crafty ideas, i see so much cool shit that i think "god, i could make that" so i want to you kno. start working up a stock pile of random shit made by me, and maybe do saturday market sometime in the near future. paintings, postcards, mobiles, clothes, baby clothes, t-shirts... then theres the fashion end of it, think about the style i would have if i could afford it. im slowly upgrading, anyway. i saw a necklace today, a piece of glass with a beattle in it. oh god, im comin back for you buddy. also one with a scorpion. i need some silver bangles. and i think its time i get myself a cute pair of dangly earrings or two, and a few silver rings. ... and a new nose ring, and those amber plugs i saw at the mall. .... and a girl always needs more clothes... shoes.. um im not even going there.

the point is: im sooo happy to be back


and im fuckin exhausted.. if you couldn't tell xo