when you're holding me....we look like a pair of parentheses

i still have that song by the blow in my head: "()". i just got off the bus from doing my show
and ventured into the cool, yet muggy and wet, air/space that is a two block walk from my home. getting here the lights were off, door unlocked. stewart's in bed and the house smells like hamburgers (yum!). i'm reading a book by theodore roszak and it's literally a work of art. i'm so happy i found it. i wanted to quote from it right now but i think i left it on the other side of the house. the smell of hamburgers is making me hungry. i might have lettuce with tuna on it. and maybe cheese (though last week i swore i'd give up cheese). i got these shoes today from my fat swap via craftster. and a bunch of fat porn. i love it. xoxo.