lovely annica, who maybe one day i shall write a love song for, showed me a great movie tonight that i'd never seen before: a love song for bobby long. it has scarlet johansson in it, who i love, and lots of good music.
now, because this always happens to me with such movies, i wish to live in a falling apart house in new orleans with alcoholic writers and failed english professors. i'm a sucker for getting caught up in whimsical daydreams of the sorts of adventures i could have if i had another life. with nothing decided at all for me in the coming months, instead of being scared about it i think excitement is a better option.
oh! the places i will go.