This is one of those entries. where I'll look back and remember this moment. or this day, 'cause I haven't been to sleep yet.
well, I have. at 7pm. for 2.5 hours.
I was on the train this morning. and I think I saw a different type of beauty. That's how I decided I'd start off this entry. I wrote it in my head while getting off the train.
A different type of beauty. She was sitting down to my left. And was, as Natalie would say, something about dignified. very.
she was just sitting down reading. Ayn Rand's atlas shurgged. wearing a paper shirt. thin, crumpled. and the back collar slightly popped. and done in a way that it didn't seem intentional.
short hair. looped earrings.
WTF. and slightly freckled. like lohan in new york mag.
that was the morning commute. staring.
then work. and trying to stay awake. almost physically impossible on 2 hrs of slepp.
but 2 plus 2 makes four. and I'm still up now.
googled this while writing this entry:
Saturday, April 26
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