Saturday

LOOK AT THE STARS- LOOK HOW THEY SHINE FOR YOU- AND EVERYTHING YOU DO YEAH THEY WERE ALL YELLOW. as ? in equally hot. Made of the same elements. Like the Sun. The same across the universe, then... humans everywhere in the cosmos, not aliens, but maybe human mutations, perturbations, little variations. very Star Trek.

I took all these pictures on my street in a minute when I was waiting for MeeP to get there (and I showed her and she said "Ok, but I don't get it!").

So she picks me up, we go to Saint Leila's and the yellow comes up again because SL is helping me collect all the yellow things in her apartment and make a still life and we are talking and she says, like MeeP, she doesn't understand but she is on board and she also gave me three of her own yellow shirts for the month and then MeeP said she didn't know if she really liked the yellow thing, and she doesn't like yellow really and (I wasn't surprised- I mentioned- which came up when SL said she liked my shoes- because MeeP had said on the day I got them that she wasn't sure if she did in fact like them and they are so yellow, so I was not surprised by her reaction at all) she wasn't sure if we would still be friends at the end of this month. They are both (SL and MeeP) going to be great parents someday.

Here is the still life:

SL has a wonderful well-behaved dog, how did she train him? (and she never had a dog before).

Well, she says, with this expensive expensive psychology degree, she should be able to train a fucking dog, right? She might not have said fucking. But, It's so true, it should be the final exam or something (for psych degrees- to train a dog).

Later on North Avenue, some guy  at a table selling books outside of a... bookstore? called Cyclops? That also seems to be the name of an art space like two doors down? asked SL and I if we were in the fashion show (she was wearing a kimono-esq outer shirt thing, and I was wearing all yellow). 

Fashion show- and we walked right by it- why didn't we notice?

Perhaps because the door was in the middle of the block between more interesting things and also some lady was asking us for two dollars as we were getting outta the car, but really, honestly the more weird thing about it all (I think) was the fact that he was selling books on the street in the dark at 11 pm on a Saturday night.

Or maybe that's just me?

What is this cyclops place?

I got called yellow girl after that. End notes. If I'm not careful with these posts, I might OD on yellow and thinking about it and it's only day... 4... so THAT'S IT.

I live in fear that what I right might reduce to ramble.