nine dollars spent at the thrift store got me a pretty, yellow camera bag,
got adam a fancy milk bottle (used strictly for pouring over cereal to feel swanky),
and got us five new records.
you do the math!
for some reason,
when i'm feeling successful
i like to celebrate on the floor.
it just feels better than a chair. or a bed. or anything, really.
that moment ...
laying on the floor
after tiny successes such as these
with someone you love ...
and for your information...
that aloha record up there? the hawaiian one?