in my cd player...
Depeche Mode
Songs of Faith and Devotion
 
on the page...
The Sunday Washington Post and The Sunday New York Times
 
into...
pretending like I own this whole house;
home brewed iced coffee;
a get-up-and-go Monday;
watermelon;
a sparkling, clean, perfectly white car;
his story about the soap and bursts of laughter at inappropriate times
 
happy, happy inspection day...
On Saturday I decided to try to find the DC car inspection station in 20 minutes without a map. How surprising that I finally turned up after they had closed. So now I'm planning an early morning escape to 1001 Half Street SW with the top down and tunes up.
 
found...
One friend named Jim. I just randomly got the urge to call Denver information and he turned out to be the only James Farley they had listed. So I left a rambling, surprised message on his voice mail, while inside I was just pretty happy that his voice on the outgoing message seemed to indicate his aliveness. Now, is he both alive and speaking to me? That's the new question.
 
sacrifices...
And just like that, I've given up my $10-a-week compulsion to have fresh flowers on my window sill. Because instead my eyes are filled with a future worthy of tiny investments like this one.