Behind A Building On 14th Street

I finished 'The Fountainhead' by Ayn Rand today! I am so proud of myself. That book is less of a book and more of a brick if you know what I mean.

On Saturday, I completely surprised Now with a spontaneous trip to the Denver Aquarium. We walked through the windy pathway of fish tanks marvelling at colorful, fat, large-eyed, exotic fish. It was more romantic than it sounds. He liked the giant turtles, but I think the sharks were my favorite. I've always really liked sharks, ever since I was little, is that weird?

Afterwards, we went to a diner and I had the best bean burrito EVER. And I have a serious passion for burritos, I can be pretty high-falutin' about the burritos I consume. This burrito was Jesus.

When we finally got back to Boulder, we had an hour to kill before my bus home was due to leave, so we kind of explored the neighborhood surrounding Pearl Street. It's mostly business buildings and private companies and the occasional methhead, nothing too exciting. But behing a building on 14th Street, we found a mural that some graffiti artist had painted. It was of a woman picking fruit out of the sky. I love street art, and this secret mural was totally the reason why: beauty in the weirdest places.

And that got me thinking about beauty in general, which led to a series of epiphanies which I won't bore you with, and basically the final result is that as I type this, I'm totally eating those cookies. I mean, I'm young, I can save the dieting and weight freak-outs for when I'm menopausal. That and the fact that Now says he likes my hips just the way they are :) And I really can't blame him, haha.

Also, I realized today that when I make this face, I look kind of like a porcelain doll:



Yeahhh.. ok maybe not. Anyway. Have a lovely evening.

Dannna nana nana nana dannna nana nana nana BATMAN! (the sound epicness makes)
Julia