the vinyl is yellow. which makes me happy. the album is soothing, which also makes me happy.
i am happy to be home, pearl is begging for attention
although, i love to sit at the beach and imagine myself living in a tiny white house, paint peeling from the winds of the ocean, big glass windows, a white picket fence, junky unfinished art projects lounging in the front yard, dug parked in the gravel driveway, a record player, two fat cats, and miscellaneous items scattered through out the house with no particular order. this is the house i want. once james told me "no offense, but i can see you being single all of your life and being completely happy." if thats all i know, there's no other way i can be - but thank you james, i'll take it as a compliment.
you wait,
you wait for something that'll make the wait worth the wait.
and she says patience, darling,
patience, patience, it will come.
