so there are these moments in your life, when you know that in just a few hours, EVERYTHING is going to change. you feel anticipation's clammy, unmistakable caress on the back of your neck, and you feel ghosts of an innocent sort of excitement flutterby your stomach. i'm going to berkeley tonight, to my favourite caffe (their spelling, not mine and they are so phenomenal they can spell it any damned way they please). i'm going to read some bard, drink some brew (well, not really. this is the one place i drink sweet stuff, b/c they do it SO well) and talk to some boy.
twelve minutes...and the red rocket gets to unleash its merciless wrath on unsuspecting sunday drivers that may haplessly lie in her path. post-oil change, and techron-ed to the max...my little rice cooker is rarin' to go...and so am i.
there's always something beautifully uplifting about fleeing the burbs for a happier, dirtier place. until i return to our twenty-first century rome...baghdad by the bay will have to comfort this exiled refugee. ten minutes. then a little over an hour. and then i will be BLISSSSSSSSSED. of course you wanted to know. so i told. :)