assorted chalk

i like walking up the hill just to be among the shelves and ladders and clever boxes. it still is very much my only favourite place to be, though too many have come to adopt it, because everything i see there makes me laugh, and laugh. i used to believe it was difficult to get me to laugh at jokes but maybe no one was just that clever. because of late the tiny tot shows on cable are brilliant (watch word world!) and bedtime storybooks have the funniest and craziest illustrations and one-liners that crack me up like a sugar-high kid before bedtime.

taking a liking to something trickles into a subtle craze till i wear it out and have to find something new. so i realised after sticker friday and getting laughed at too many times for the stupidly obstructive dino sticker on my phone screen, i have since gotten a long-neck tattoo at camp that faded too fast, walked a t-rex balloon all the way home on the train myself (to the amusement of overly curious and touchy strange men) and tucked ethan to bed with tales of tiny dinosaurs lost in a bucket on a forgotten train.

and two nights ago i believed these prehistorics might just make history for me.

yea i know i really tend to overdose. haha.