I got to wear my new summer clothes, which I bought yesterday. All you girls out there may be able to relate: I've been looking for the perfect pair of denim overalls for three years. I practically lived in my old pair of overall shorts three summers ago, but then the strap broke, and it was all over. I've been hunting for overalls ever since, and hallelujah, I finally found them.

Ditto on this black sweater thingie I bought. I've been looking for a black crocheted sweater for about two years, and I found the perfect sweater. On the same day I found the overalls! And I also got a camouflage tank top to wear under my overalls, and a pair of black and white checked capris. I am so ready for summer.

Sorry. I'm a girl, I haven't shopped for a while, I'm giddy. Don't mind me.

Where I was going with this was, today was a really great summery day. I went down to the Mission for the poetry workshop with my girls. It was fun, but something happened that made me feel a little off-- a disagreement about something, which escalated a little bit and made me feel dissonant. The workshop was productive in spite of it all, so that was good.

Then we went down the street to Good Vibrations-- your favorite sex shop, and mine. In the interest of not being afraid to talk about this sort of thing, I bought some lube. Which is probably an overshare, but what the hell. If I keep talking about boring stuff like capri pants, nobody will ever read the journal again. May as well talk about my new bottle of "Slippery Stuff" lube.

I wish I had more to tell you about it-- like there's glitter in it, or the bottle is in the shape of a can-can girl, or it's carrot flavored or something. But alas. I don't believe in flavored lube anyway. Natural flavoring is perfectly enjoyable, and covering it up with vanilla or pine or something is just plain wrong. Not to mention kinda gross.

After this field trip, we headed back to campus. As luck would have it, Probst was leaving work at just about that time. He works in the library, for those of you playing the home game. (Yes, our miniscule school, which I am now going to start calling a mini-skewel, has a library. Nobody is more surprised than I.)

So I bid farewell to the girls and met up with Probst. I told him I'd already taken a walk, shopped and eaten lunch, so he would have to think of something else for us to do. He suggested we go down to a nearby park, and just hang out there for a while.

Insert sigh of contentment here. Also insert a nice big grassy field, lemonade, a clear blue sky, a breeze, and a couple of palm trees. We lounged around and talked for a couple of hours, and I swear, all the dissonance in my head evaporated by the end of it. I can hardly remember what we talked about-- poetry, I'm sure. Some other stuff. Who cares. It was great.

Summery feeling aside, it must be spring, because there were couples humping each other all over the park. Well, couples, plus one lonely guy who seemed to be humping his bike. That's gotta be dangerous. I should have offered him some lube.

"OBut I can’t bring myself to end on this note. To press the pause button and have the image flickering on the screen be an image of sadness. "