i'm feeling only slightly deranged.

keep those expectations low, wynee.
don't aim so high. there's less of a distance to fall.


too many things i haven't done, too many things i've done and regretted.
i want to learn to fly, along with guitar, tai chi, capoiera, patience and you
i like earthy hands, imperfection, music, intuition, salsa, green grass, ambience,tree branches, the sound of jello splatting, oranges - the fruit and the color, browns and tans,
i like fog over a river

rome is up in flames


last night was my first night of real work. tips were amazing, lotsa moola. was such a crazy night, ran around like a chicken w it's head chopped off for five hours straight. but i enjoyed every minute of it, aside from the moments i felt incompetent. being so busy makes wynee feel very alive. there's nothin better than to be caught up in a storm, a flurry of activity. it stirs my molecules, shakes em up, jogs, jolts, jounces my oscillating.