158. Before today, the last time

I was in a parking garage, I was getting flowers and butterflies.

Today I was with my parents, about to get a desk, not hearing the echo of my heartbeat- but the echo of engines.

Before today, the last time

I was in a book store, I was reading things that weren't picked out by me and sitting on the floor of an isle that is foreign to most people.

Today I was with my parents, looking for a book that no one could seem to find in that bookstore. It was all just as well though, standing up reading in that place doesn't make sense to me anymore.






I was Ikea bound today. I woke up before the sun did and I'm pretty sure I heard applauding from my insides, but they were being sarcastic...haha. I took a trip to Oakland, then Alameda for some of the best hole in the wall breakfast food you will ever find in your life. After breakfast came the reintroduction to the navy base. A lot has reformed since I had been there last. Nothing about the buildings changed, just their stories and the products that come out of those old hangers. Ikea was up next. It was my very first time at Ikea, (I know, I know...where the - have I been?!) and I was pretty excited. I learned...quickly though...that in order to feel complete in Ikea, you must be with child. "With child" meaning unborn in the womb, infant in stroller, toddler waddling...something. That place...is compleeeetely babies r' us reborn. I kid you not. The funny part about this is...that store...not baby proof. Notttt baby proof. We are talking metal bars, high beds, hot lamps, glass dishware. And nothing gets broken? Am I missing something? Is there a forcefield once walking into Ikea conforming these tiny creatures into well behaved, uncurious beings? Ikea was cool, yo but there was lots going on. Moral...I need a child. Woah, kidding. Real moral...next time I travel to Ikea I'm taking a pillow and placing it under my shirt.








That's the story for today. Check my myspace for a poem later tonight. You might be surprised...its...different.




and because james morrison always makes sense...and this girl has pipes...and these lyrics are anything...everything...something.
















Peace and Blessings