gushing!

This morning:
I was informed that I missed half of my shift, and should come in to finish it. I swiftly went in, to find marky completely understanding of my ridiculousness (i am forever grateful). He didn't even mention my quirky hairstyle (consider the leftovers from the day before coupled with a hard head on the pillow) (i am forever grateful).

I fell while trying to reach for the towel hanging from markys jeans, and though he didn't take note, others did. "It's ok, I thought you were a thespian, practicing. if my legs were as strong as they were in highschool, id have jumped over the counter to rescue you, because you fell for like what, 4 minutes....what were you
trying to do, save yourself and stop the fall?.... I've seen leaves fall faster than you."

I bumped into a guy with an accent and we exchanged polite but interrupted sorries, until he said "im not sorry!" while smiling. - "well then neither am i!" -"well I hope you have a lovely day, with your little...thing...on the head, is that your hair? You're both lovely!" He crossed the street and I felt confident until I bumped into a girl of the past, looking breath taking as always while my thing on my head and I pathetically turned red in the cheeks. This is my last week of 25, I'm not a day over 13.

arvin's portrait without her knowledge.

im wishful, ok--

why can't i just wake up tomorrow and have the pipe of a British soul diva? ive got things to proclaim out here...

observation of wit:

I like the lines of seperation that my gray hairs create.

wont take you for granted, nor the words between us.

i am feeling privileged these days. and to summarize what exactly im keen on, after looking that word up in order to take it as serious as it was intended: to be granted [...] a particular [...] pleasure.

i refuse to throw these words around light heartedly. i resist it.