Draw the Latch

Gemma, I have such a raging crush on you!

The house is so heady with lilacs. I slept at Aja's last night, covered in kitties. Turns out Aja guessed the sexes wrong and the entire litter is female. Smokey Roustabout is a girl. My mind is blown.

The weather just couldn't decide what it wanted to do all day long, and neither could I. Flip flop flip flop.
Aja and Eve took me to the Chinese Buffet, and on the way, Eve gushed in her wide-eyed way about all of the delicious foods to be found on the dessert bar. "They have french delights!" French delights. Mmmm...

I just want to sleep and sleep and tomorrow I'll wake up and the sky will be clear and warm and I'll make faerie huts with the little girls at school and I'll be happy and serene and at peace. And then maybe I'll see Sonya and we'll go get pancakes and talk about stupid boys. Mmmm... pancakes.

I went to the Earth Fest for a bit, but when I said I was going home to make a cuppa tea and I'd be right back, I never went back. Maybe it was a bit selfish of me, but ohhhhh, it feels like November out there and my toe bones were rattling in my shoes. That's not really true, but I like the way it sounds.

Get me out of the house, I don't want out of the house. Yes I do. It's cold. I want out. I don't want to be cold. My bed is warm, this tea is warm. I want to bake some bread.



(As a side note, I'm thinking about answering an ad for an artists model. Will this make me more or less insecure?)

oh, and I just got salmon'd, and I've been waiting for it to happen for awhile and it was so lame! poo.

I went bellydancing last night... I'm now learning how to gain control over my buttocks. I figure it's a good first step. The rest of me should follow. It was hard to watch myself doing it without laughing hysterically, my gawky gawkward fuzzy-headed reflection trying to shake it shake it. It's still too strange and foreign to me, I keep running my hands through my hair and double-taking to see if I'm actually looking at myself in the mirror.

Gaelyn's mum bought me a crazy expensive dress today and I feel kinda bad about it, I really don't deserve it, my usual cap for clothing is $5 maximum and this one is, um...... 30 times that. Lordy lordy, I promised to help her garden or something to pay her back, I feel so indebted. They treat me so well. I'd make them cupcakes or something, but she doesn't eat sugar. I'll be a little indentured servant, I'll spit shine their shoes and serve never-ending trays of fine cheese and figs and honey. Aw, hell.... it's just one dress.

It's been so coooold, so so cold since.... Sunday. Funny, innit? My cup of tea has yet to empty, I just keep sip sipping away. Long ago, I said that above all, I believe in tea. I can rely on tea. My teacup runneth over. White Pear, White Pomegranate, Lavender Earl Grey, it's all so beautiful. It's my sustenance.

Hey you, come dancing with me tomorrow night. Else it will just be me and the tea shakin' booties. Hey, but that's a fate I'd be just fine with, too.