on my real player... Air Moon Safari   on the page... Sarah Vowell Take the Cannoli   around my wrist... A red beaded bracelet with Japanese characters. A birthday present to me... from me.   my other boyfriend... Apolo Anton Ohno Oh, come on... like he's not yours, too.   on my windowsill... The gorgeous peony tulips that B sent me for my birthday were drooping gracefully yesterday. I waited a while to arrange them, giving them time to perk up once I put them in water. But even as I turned in for bed, they were still drooping just ever-so-slightly. But then when I woke this morning, they were all standing at attention, stretching up toward the morning sun. I told B that I love tulips for this very reason-- because of their unpredictable personalities-- which make them like a surprise inside of a surprise.   on my tongue... Those rough, scratchy marks when you eat too many SweetTart chicks, ducks, and bunnies.   a welcomed change... Rain, soft and gentle.   an assignment... Reading Sarah Vowell's postcards in Take the Cannoli makes me want to take a trip and write from the road. I want someone to send me a blank check and tell me they only want words in return. I want to fall into a small city for a few days at a time, go out for coffee on a Tuesday afternoon, talk to locals, breathe in the atmosphere, and gather my thoughts. I guess I'm just one writer ISO a sponsor.   check... Red journal... check. First journal entry... check. Quick, peaceful sleep... check.   the fatal flaw... I think I would have enjoyed Happenstance more had it not starred the Algerian Fred Savage. I just kept looking at him and thinking Kevin Arnold. There are some things I just can't get past.