Monday, April 11, 2011

|and in the treble clef|

Life isn’t measured in inches, decibels or years.
Life isn’t about engagement rings, kicks or rims.
But we don’t care, we want them anyway;
You measure yours in pearls and parties,
I’ll measure mine in friends and zinfandel
As long as we’re dancing,
Why stop to count the beat?

(day seventy-eight)

I love my work.
I lost two pounds on set yesterday; weird. Welcome, but weird.
And after seeing the photos from the set, I’m painfully aware of how much work yet remains.

We can’t stop now, just because the view is grand-
We’re only halfway up the dune, and we’re slipping in the sand.

Viens avec moi?

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