funny

I mentioned the guy who sits in front of me with dreads and then I went to class this morning and he'd cut them all off.  This amused me and I decided we should have a conversation after class with cigarettes and it was awkward, and I forgot to ask the usual questions such as "What is your name" and etc.  

Mostly I was excited for him because while we watched the movie he would run his fingers through his short hair, feeling the strangeness of it.  

The nervousness in others is a comfort; I always see it from above even when I'm entangled in the thick of it and humanness is funny and cute for awhile.  

I am lucky it happens so often.

I saw a girl take on a blue mailbox today and it was really fantastic.