Thunderstorm warning...

As she sat on the hood of her car, watching the storms build on the horizon, she listened to the thunder grumble like an old man who was just woken up from his afternoon nap. She wondered about the growing pinpoints of light behind the clouds—striking there and there, but not there—as if they were bolts of electricity wherever God's fingers touched across Earth's surface.

Things I learned this week...

1. Apostrophes are weird.
ex. T'morrow (What is the point?!)

2. It is possible for a man to tie his mustache in a knot.
ex."I can tie my mustache in a knot. Watch!"

3. Some people are way too into typography.
ex. "So, like...I am reaaaaalllly into typography. No, really. I will let you borrow a book on it. What's your favorite font? I have many favorites, but all of mine are sans-serif."

The games we play...

Playing an elaborate game of cat and mouse—all the while knowing that you are exhausted and she is pretending like she isn't even playing.

Gypsy dreams and Wall Street goals...

She tried to remember the days when she thought she could live on the open road—Led Zeppelin blaring out the windows, sunflower seeds and a pack of cloves on the seat next to her. That was before her suit-wearing 9 to 5 where, over her third cup of coffee, she read the paper in horror as the economy plummeted to the ground.