when i get excited about something, i get really excited about it.
none of this half-smile, 2 watt eyeball lights, "that's fine" sort of excitement.
my blood sugar goes up 200% and my voice box explodes and my face falls off.
and this week, i have probably even more than three things to be colossally excited about.
do you know what this does to a girl like me?
o my heart.
i won't make you sit through a dramatic telling of all the things i'm excited about. just one [for now]:
tomorrow, i'm going to a living pictures competition.
basically: real people + art + competition. hence...the name.
my blood is getting fizzy just thinking about it.
it's in the park by my house. everything is in the park by my house, actually. they, whoever they may be, must know how much i love a good brisk walk. thank you, they.
but the point is not that.
the point is, if you want to walk over with me, i'm going at 4. email me or something.
funs, it's a date.
you, me, and my fizzy lightning blood. and this creepy andy warhol-esque dude in the picture.