2005-11-16 - 7:37 p.m.
I got that canvas sooooo smooth.
I like it to feel smooth like typing paper, smooth like the skin on lower backs, smooth like an apple with super-tight flesh.
I'm mellowing, I'm mellowing. I associate "mellow" with "golden" and the smell of grass.
I'm wrapped in two quilts, two inches from a space heater, 18 inches from a beer, 36 inches from a sleeping cat, 40 inches from a snoozing dog, several feet from cartoons flashing quietly at me while I ignore them.
Several hundred miles from the Mississippi.
I feel like part of me is always winding lazily or wildly down that river, but I feel like this mountain valley is home.
You're totally jealous of the smoothness level of my bitchin' smooth canvas.
