cimorene

do i love driving, or do i love driving? i LOVE driving. my cute little V6 car (well ok, little, if not cute), with the windows down and the bass making the rearview mirrors vibrate, and sunglasses and great dusky drifts of shadowy clouds rushing and fleeing across the sky--it's hurricane weather in Alabama, smelling like rain, damp and clean and white-skied and shaded, breezy at 76F.

played rap station, didn't speed more than 5mph above, beat everyone else away from every light. going shopping today, even though i have no money--but you can always justify expensive lipstick. hair is v. curly again b/c used the l'oreal conditioner i left here instead of my normal pantene. i may switch.

yesterday, i took some pictures of me and my dog, if you're interested. i'm not putting them in cutaway because they're too big, but:

[my dog pinned in mid-wrestle], [in the kitchen, with me in my maleficent costume sans headdress], and, of course, [looking at me and wondering why the hell i'm smiling. he doesn't realize how cute he is].