last night i was alone at a table full of people who i don’t know and the thing they all had in common was the same high school. the boy across from me said i look like a black cat and i told him he was lucky for crossing my path. i wonder how many of my nine lives have died. superstitions are interesting to me because there are so many random things that cause them. i’ve accidentally walked underneath ladders and i’ve broken mirrors on purpose. i’ve spilled the salt, crossed table knives and forgot to knock on a wooden surface. i have a white rabbit’s foot key chain but i don’t think it was very lucky for the bunny. it is impossible not to step on cracks and i’d burn myself before i lit three cigarettes with one match.

cupid doesn’t like me but if i had somebody i would stay in on february 14th and make desert for my true love with eli paperboy reed playing on an old school radio in the background while i serve him strawberries and champagne in lingerie. this boy caught my attention a long time ago when i saw him play through zuzu’s window in boston. i had a crush on his guitar player then. paperboy’s playing a secret show on february 13th for wfuv members only and lucky for me i get to go with solo because he knows someone who’s playing.