if children don't grow up, our bodies get bigger but our hearts get torn up
Yesterday I was so miserable for no reason that I shut myself in Donna's bathroom and cried, but she finally noticed and was really sweet and made me coffee which is what I really needed. But today was sososososo much better. I went over to Aja and Eve's at 9 this morning with a bag of rhinestones and glitter and brickabrack and lil' girlfriend and I made a batch of fantastic easter eggs. Such a comfortable atmosphere of frantic crafting warms me to the core. We also hunted for fairies in the lightly flaking snow and ate macaroni and cheese while watching Jackie tap dance and had a mermaid drawing contest.

Afterwards I had avocado toast and two cups of coffee and a slice of Billie Holiday chocolate birthday cake at The Market. It tasted exactly the way she sings, which I know for a fact since Mike put on a Lady Day song just after I ordered. "I feel like I'm experiencing synesthesia!" I called from across the room. "That's fantastic! What's synesthesia?" was his reply. I ordered more coffee as an excuse to stick around and peered over my book as he tried to put together a mix of songs he thought I'd enjoy. I love love love boys who flirt with music. Especially when they do it well. I gave him one of the two eggs I kept: purple with an image of Elvis crowned with gold glitter and surrounded by puffy clouds. Jesus Elvis.

edit-- Knowing how zany Dan McCormack is (blonde curly wigs, baby doll limbs peeking out of his pockets, asking the models routinely to scream as loud as possible...) I brought a box of sparklers as a prop for long exposures. The class went gaga- until we set off the fire alarm and I had to wait outside in my robe for the fire department to come. hafgsajdhfdshfgsf.