so how are you supposed to feel when you’re working on a rainy Sunday afternoon? dream of bumming around—topless—like she does; think of the beach, good books, coffee, conversations, sting, cinnamon rolls, puppies, white cotton sheets, babies, saxophone notes in a new york bar, the scent of his cologne on his collar…

what else can you do but dream dream dream. and i am here, ani difranco keeping me sane, singing to me she is trying to evolve she's just trying to evolve she’s trying trying to evolve...