i think we're just going to have to be secretly in love with each other, and leave it at that, richie.

my mother called the other day and we were talking about when we thought my sister was going to pop. i guessed the 29th or 30th i think. she guessed the 1st. i asked her if carol had found any names that she liked for baby brockway, and my mom said, "no, just so long as it isn't oliver."
it took a minute to register that i had shared with her that that's the name that i want to name my little boy.
it made me smile that she remembered and cares enough to bring it up-- that she hasn't lost hope. because sometimes i do.
...yesterday i was talking to my friend and i told him what my mother said.
his reply was,
"he's gonna be fat. oliver is a fat kid's name."

the other night i went for a walk around 230 am or something like that. as i was walking past the park i heard the fountain so i went to sit next to it for a while.
was the fountain a metaphor for life?
probably not.
but i thought about it for a while because it sounded poetic.
we used to drink in that park in high school. why we drove downtown to do it escapes me... but, i found i still go there to escape.
it still smells exactly the same.

i had an interview yesterday.
i feel that her and i clicked moreso than any other person who's interviewed me, and i found that chemistry made it so much easier to carry on a conversation.
i should be getting a call next week for a technical interview where i'll either have to wax or perform a facial or both.
not that i play guitar a shit ton, but i should take it easy so the callouses on my fingers go away.
this job would be amazing.

today is/would be papa's birthday! <3