today is the type of morning that breeds summer fantasies. it is perfect in everyway: warm, little breezy, gorgeous skies... everyone is fresh. yesterday was muggy and overcast and heavy... the far reachings of the mexican hurricane teasing the central coast. it rained several times and i think it washed everything clean.
i rode my bike, which has wisteria hanging from the handle bars; i had breakfast at linnaea's; and started reading
running with scissors. augusten burroughs is geniously delicious.
overheardcapo: i saw you out there, bumping and grinding.
rem: it was more bumping.
capo: where there's bumping, there's grinding.
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