today

Seven years ago, I went to a place I didn't particularly like to listen to two bands I didn't care about all because I knew a certain tiny, bright, shimmering person would be there, and I intended to begin stalking in earnest. It began with an email address on a matchbook cover, and leads directly to today.

Happy anniversary, sweetness.

j'attends

I have this steadily growing feeling that something undefined, unknown, but good is coming, and soon, and it's driving me crazy. I'm anticipatory, but don't know what to look for. It seems to go beyond the impending annual reignition of my love affair with the world every spring, though aspects of that are present, too.