getting over it

Have you ever noticed how beautiful ugly things can be? Sounds a tad odd, but i've been noticing the horrid and odd lately, and how creatively wonderful they are. A dead moth caught in a tattered wed, blowing in the breeze, the remnants of a snails escape from one side of the path to the other (maybe he thought the grass was greener on the other side?), the interesting way that something gross smelling can be oddly similar to something your brain would consider smelling delicious...

i'm at work. I've been having in depth conversations with random people for the last few hours. They get a coffee, and end up drinking it, sitting on the edge of their chair, enthusiastically interupting me when they agree or disagree... music, politics, love, the burden of hate... they don't really care what you talk about, as long as they know you want to hear what they say, that you actually listen... that you hear.

I just need to bing up taxes in a creative way and i will feel like the aussie version of dr phil... but less bald.

My boyfriend's going bald. I love it. He's so sexy.