index | archives | notes Sunday, Apr. 10, 2011 6:03 a.m. << [ Srsly ] >> We showed up at the bar half an hour late. Just me and him, standing in the hallway, everyone else wrinkled and surly. The big idea was to watch my coworker's dance team, but we couldn't see her, couldn't find seats, couldn't get a drink, so what was the point? We walked down the street and hopped the fence into an elementary school playground. I'm still in such awe--every day can really be like this. Every day can be whimsical and satisfying and full of joy. Holy fuck. << | x | >> whatiscopyright.org