i've had a day in a half.
whoa.
swollen with beauty.
and work.
and sweat.
and swings.
(not mood. actual.)
and wind.
and mug. as in mugginess.
like only austin knows.
i thought it would be a good idea to(and by good, i mean a justifiable extension of my sentiment and gratitude for the day up to this point) ride my bicycle with my eyes closed.

already, i had lured 5 Lone Stars into my belly.

and the uninterrupted, as in without static, conversation had me all juiced up. and stuff.

i peddled like a dog upstream.

the chewy slap of the breeze flushed my cheeks.

and i felt free.

physically.

it was extraordinary.

and, then, i ran into a parked car. d'oh!

it was a minimal impact. just enough for the adrenaline to push the lone star out of my veins.

but whatevs.

so far, today, i woke with the physical manifestation of Inent staring me in the face. it was more delicate than it sounds. stunning, actually. to see the laws of attraction in motion: declare your intent and so it shall it be.

i couldn't have been more satisfied.

and, then, i went to chuy's. ya know, to work. and the gush wore off. and the post-partum-birthday-funk kicked in.

but i mobbed- as in: held my own with a proud face.

and, then, i rode.

pecan street festival. my black denim favorites were glued to my legs.

spin. pump. breathe. spin. think. not too much, though. stop. look at the time. no, you don't have time. keep pumping. peddle. push. strive. haul. breathe. sigh. pump. blink.

i performed. won a nice chunk of change. saw the most beautiful man i have ever seen. like jimmy fallon in sexy, pin striped pants. rolled up. on his bicycle. handsome. confident. camel smoker. i always like the athletic types with unhealthy vices.

i invite him back. i wanted to say something...but i could only ogle. (are you listening , universe?)

and, then, milner and i talked about picking god's mind and gangsta rap faves of the 90's. he let me borrow his UGK cd and reminded me that i love Spice1. yep, Spice1.

and then i rode home from the jackalope. and thought it was a good idea to .... ride my bike with my eyes closed.

all this after, flip cup, lock flip, coin toss and lots of john legend.

so.

i also crafted an outkast-andre-and-big-boi-tool-box and discovered the key to life. you know, the one that the old fella in city slickers knows...curlie... but, he dies before revealing the secret...that's okay. death is absolute. and so is the truth that has been revealed...