chicken - home - napa, ca
let me tell you something that i learned this weekend. wiggle your way inside my brain, and try to imagine yourself a closeted perfectionist--a serious over-thinker. imagine--for a moment-- that you plan and are aware of essentially everything you do (stumbles on the sidewalk and food-in-teeth aside). now look down at your cell phone because it's ringing--a sound that you half enjoy. now answer. and brace yourself, because the person on the other line is going to invite you to play beer pong on this, a beautiful saturday afternoon, without an hour's notice. sure, you're on your way home from buying steamed lentils, spinach, and gorgonzola cheese, and you're not exactly in the mood. but don't you dare say no. don't consider that you haven't showered and that you're far from good at the game. just go for it. be young. get over yourself. and be spontaneous for once in your picture-perfect-posed life. sure, you might not look like a dime piece. you might very well make an ass out of yourself. but at least you won't be the boring chick who flocks to the coop like the other hens.