a day has been productive. or, what is the word? get this: the wrong words stick on your tongue when you get em out of your mouth, and you might likely just use them again next time. i find such scientific research discouraging (oh, really, did it just take me a second to think up that word?) while i nearly constantly can't think of the right ones. this makes sense, really, but i can't explain how just now.
more to the point: my twenty-fifth year has me always noticing tiny signs of my constantly shifting selfimage. like today, i thought i looked a little prettier when i was holding a pretty baby. that's a joke. didn't i look good with that one on my hip, though? okay, really now. i just can't get serious.
