oh.

When I was a girl how the hills of Oconee
Made a seam to hem me in
There at the fair when our eyes caught, careless
Got my heart right pierced by a pin
-The Decemberists

I like this photo because even I have a bit of trouble figuring it out.

I've been unable to get something off my mind all day. What does it say about me? What does it mean for ... well, whatever? Oh how I hate being vague and wish I had Chaundra here to explain it all to and see what she thinks. She is so invaluable to my existence...

I need a sounding board.

Soon.

Also, I've become a little re-obsessed with The Decemberists. I guess it just fits my mood right now. Which is such a good thing.