right on, k.

i've fallen in love. again. and yes, k, it would be amazing if coffee came in flavors of music. in your imagained coffee house, i just ordered a large cup of shelby lynne. with a refill. i'm just waking up. her subtleties linger on my palate as only well-written verses can. at the moment, i'm convinced that our crises of identity not be contained to a particular moment, but rather a track that comes up in the shuffle again and again. or maybe that's me projecting. heh.