Just put the last load of laundry for the day. If I had to pick a color to represent today, it would be honey yellow. In my mind it's the color of Sunday, and even though it's Saturday, it kinda felt like Sunday. I can't even pinpoint why I have descended into such a magmatic levels of ephemeral.
If I had to pick a color for how memories are replayed in my mind, it would be old rose. Sometimes it's still difficult to see how enormous life feels before I look back.
And as I rouse from my persuasive mind and realize that everything I love and can nourish is still within my realm of existence, I'm going to have to go with lichen green for that specific feeling.
Anyway, the quantity of matching sock pairs keeps getting lower and lower every weekend. Might need to make a trip to Marshall's soon! Was rocking a sock with a big aah hole on my left heel the other day.
Dándole machín hasta que se rompa el calcetín!
I be warming-up for threshold workouts to RBD, fuck what ya heard! (Tum Tum - The Z Files?)
Fool wit it,
E. Tristan
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