Monday, 23 April 2007

Ledded coffee.

Hallo. Short and sweet entry, just like your Bridget. Ah, but I am not yours. Or am I?

    Tangerine, tangerine
    Living reflection from a dream
    I was her love, she was my queen
    And now a thousand years between

Hi! I'm positive. I really am. I have fresh Sumatra beans here to grind, some cake in the fridge, a Monday off from life and a list of house projects a mile long and my thighs ache this morning and I don't have to tell you about that because if you were here with me much of the weekend catching up on my entries you already know why.

Perverts. I love you, seriously.

I think sometimes Jacob lets me take life out on him there, or he uses good, crazy sex to distract me from everything else. It keeps me in my dreamworld and makes it easier to gloss when Bridget needs to gloss over . I can't delve too deeply into feeling blue about things that will conspire to pull me right down off my high. I really can't.

Not now.

I also have long bangs cut again and the world's cutest camouflage pants on and I swear to God I'm not fourteen, in fact I'm almost two weeks away from turning 36. Holy fucking shit.