if it must be photographed, was it worth remembering?

on a beautiful balmy night last week, the Mole and i took advantage of our budding culinary station on the back porch. he grilled veggie dogs and sweet potatoes and the heat from the day had subsided enough for us to stay outside and savor our meal. our lounging ended with a glorious orangeyredpurplish sunset that miraculously lasted through three attempts to get film into my camera, including re-photographing over a roll that did not want to release itself from my camera. one can only guess how these images will turn out if i didn't totally cash the film, but it does beget the question of whether capturing an event on film nullifies its need for rememberence? does locking that vision of the setting sun into a state of permanancy help me recall its brilliance, or did it just keep me from fully experiencing it while it was happening? ponderous...

had a moment of dope slovenliness that bears noting. laying on the couch with my normal blunt edge pipe in hand, i didn't seem to notice that the smoking bud had made its way out and onto the interior of my breast. i looked down just in time to see a quarter size hole singe right through my shirt, thankfully not burning my skin at all in the process. it really sucked, as my t-shirt population seems to keep getting smaller as the washer wrangles the sizing right out of them, and i dug this particular t. it was aqua with sparkley silver letters on front saying "famous". what a shame. when notified of my stupid spaciness, Mole danced around the living room singing, "my girlfriend is an addict! my girlfriend is an addict!"

fortunately, some new t's arrived post haste to make up for the lacking in my summer wardrobe. i'm sporting "reading is sexy" for the first time today. indeed it is.

speaking of the read, i'm interested to know if there are any trolling souls out there like me, periodically bumping onto this little land of the lost blog. i am quite the reader sans commenter of other strangers' blogs, but open the floor if there happens to be anyone glancing my way at this moment. feel free to chirp if you care to.