waiting on the front porch

she just stood there on the front porch waiting for her will to come and get her she was packed she had a suitcase full of noble intentions she had a map and a straight face hell bent on reinvention she was learning about please and huge humilities then one day she looked around her and everything up til then was showing and she wondered how did i get here without even knowing where i was going? ~ani difranco

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Saturday, August 26, 2006

still down....

internet connection, that is. life will be back to "normal" (HA!) on wednesday.

i've made some hardcore decisions. i want to share them, but have no time, as i can only afford an hour at this cafe and i have to write a couple hardcore emails. i will be back...

1 Comments:

Blogger Jessie said...

Why does this make me wish I was sitting in a coffee house paying for the use of internet? I don't know, but the idea of paying for internet use by the minute or the hour makes every word feel so much more immediate. It makes writing feel like a luxury. Like a good cup of coffee, it makes words taste that much better.

Take care, my dear. Wednesday feels like a long way away. Hope all is well!

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