this morning, i woke up in florida. it was a grand feeling to be able to walk around in flip flops, in the winter mind you, without my toes turning blue. i had forgotten how beautiful and rich tampa is. its hyper chic! i wish all you normanites could see lovely tampon. its...beautiful..and rich! i feel like the country mouse in the big city. everything has changed so much...but me...im still good ole' katy. or just...ole' katy, dreamy days like these i cant quite tell. "kinda like my life is like a sequel to a movie where the actor's names have changed". my friends sound the same, and im not sure some of them will ever find their way out. i like those constants. ive still been afraid that i will see someone who remembers me, but i wont recognize them. "and most of my memories have escaped me, Or confused themselves with dreams..."

::lyrics courtesy of the sexy John Mayer-83:: he is sucha friggen stud. im jealous of his creative way to mold words...so...here is where i can borrow them!

so fly my conscience to the moon
to dance above this memory
amidst the dreams with hazy shine
to sleep beneath the dazzling sea

underneath this canopy
of blazing lights and restless schemes
this tropical land of melodic sighs
stages the dance steps of fickle moon beams

misspelled intentions inhibit momentum, words get in the way.
i cant speak without shaking, my eyes aren't awake, but i feel what im trying to say...
my smile's not responding, my heart is choked up, i am grasping for words in the sky
and all that i see is your heart next to me, and your arms reaching out to hold mine.