Big Yellow Taxi

Heard this song awhile ago, went poking around on bobdylan.com, Big Yellow Taxi is there in it's entirity... not as a clip, like most

Train-Ro

Slogged out, sure, but things have happened.
I can at least talk to a stranger and feel alright some-a the time.
On Sunday I turned 30; good, old friend, &YP, visted from Fill-i-Dell-Fie-Aye. The frisbee spun between us... spun during the day and at night. Fuck, frisbee at night in Cal Anderson is more satisfying but less cool than getting knocked in the butt by a smiling, cinnamon colored, Spanish speaking, jump-touch impressed, honey-girl sittin' at the bar. Honey-girls are Thursdays. What then are days like today? At work and a little nervous over the microbes being circulated by the vents over my head.
Well, new shoes, new sense, but still the same eyes & familiar allergies. Hope I ain't breaking myself down. Breaking myself and busting what I need. Not losing my mind over anything, though. Living with a fake even-keel.