I changed my philosophy way back; around the time when I learned how to sew buttons on shirts, when Prince abridged his name, and when I learned how to burn CDs. Now it feels better. I feel more as an entity, and sharing ******** stories with friends doesn't seem as awkward as it used to. It's OK to be an alien sometimes. Too OK.
In the afternoon, the sun cools down a bit and I can go for a walk. But I don't. I choose to listen to more music and learn some more. Music is the only other thing that touches my soul- my alien soul, my colorful soul, my frightened and lucid understanding of my soul. It also takes me down that road that has a million intersections at the end of it, where you always make the wrong decision no matter how willing you are to give it a try.
Perfect break-time/ending (?) to a sunny day. And this new Blogger saves my drafts automatically now! Bright sunny day.
