ive had a lot of things on my mind lately-like wanting to branch out on my own. wanting to return to work in the simplicity of a coffee shop. i want to make, make, make. but my time is always occupied by less important things- most times i find myself on the couch in a vegitable like state dreaming of nothing inparticular. i watched people on the train this morning and most of the people reading had sour looks on thier faces like thier upper lips smelled. i started my day out right with a coffee from joyce on my walk to the q train. and im ending it right with my handsome boy at his premier-he played a one-legged hobo.