XXVIII. A wish list.

Lily's 'do

Alexander as my manfriend

Free admission to Parsons

NY? just maybe.

XXVII. The ladybird sings.

"Faith is the bird that feels the light

and sings when the dawn is still dark."

XXVI. Need to get fly?

I was wondering where rock and roll went.

Now I know:

XXV. My mind as of late

Dream Deferred
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up Like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore-- And then run? Does it stink like rotten meat? Or crust and sugar over-- like a syrupy sweet? Maybe it just sags like a heavy load. Or does it explode? Langston Hughes

XXIV. Lily Allen

I was in a coffee shop playing Settlers of Catan when I heard Lily Allen's "Never Gonna Happen". You know, she may be crude and her song to Bush far from tactful, but I envy her sound and her unique presentation of pure pop. Guilty pleasure, but check it out yourself to see what I mean. I can't get enough. I'm actually quite jealous, too.

First Leslie, then Priscilla, and now Lily. Who's next in line to steal my dreams?