12/29/99

I'm in a bookstore by myself.

I'm looking for a gift for my friend melissa.  

I think to myself that there are an excessive amount of candles on the shelves.

I see a book with a taurus sign on the front and a cancer sign on the back.  there's a blue butterfly somewhere on or in the book.

I think it's perfect but there's something else I want and I only have enough money for the one book.  I contemplate writing a check.

I can't see the face of the woman behind the counter but she's got curly dark blonde hair and a beautiful bright glow about her.

The door is open and it's a beautiful, warm day outside.

The candles smell like clover and their colors are deep earthy tones of orange and green.

1/12/09

we stopped in iowa on the way to belize. 

there were a lot of people there, but his parents weren't.

there was a race or something going on.  on the last leg of it you had to jump into the water from a tall cliff and then sprint to the finish after swimming out.

james was there laying on a lounge chair next to a pool.  his girlfriend whispers something to him and he says, "that's her problem".

I realize later that my ass is showing, I'm wearing my short brown terry cloth dress that I wear around the house.

someone buys me flowers to wear as a pageant ribbon and shawn gives me a microfiber scarf that's very soft to help me cover up.

there are rows and rows of gifts leftover from christmas from nancy and everyone is standing around and having conversations about our trip.