Waiting With My Girl For My Boys
I did this while at school this afternoon waiting for one son to finish auditioning for the talent show and the other to get out of detention. My own private Goofus and Gallant. More from this notebook over the bridge.
a life molecule: i usually start off these pages in an orderly fashion and a consistent pattern. after a while, ennui sets in and i automatically shift to a less organized structure. the base-in this case the circles-is quite linear though, like polka-dots on a dress. soon, however, the paradigm shifts a little and i allow for a bit of deviation. but after all the natural course it takes, is it truly random anymore?