(maybe if the truffle didn't end up looking like crap... and if i hadn't blown 17bucks on cabfare rrargh)
but oh well.
the promise of much sun sand sea surf! PLEASE DON'T RAIN, zeus!
and a thought, since i was spring-cleaning today (after waking at 3.05pm, having gone to bed at 8ish-am after getting the notion that i wanted to sketch dawn-streaked skies of the view from my window. didn't work, incidentally)-- hmms. a lot of things. mainly how much i detest springcleaning, but also about a snippet of what we were talking about in starbucks the other day.
reading some of the random things i kept-- sentimental value can be a powerful thing-- i thought: i don't really have issues. if the right person had been there-- and i definitely know, reading those thingamajigs, that that person DID surface, for a time, those issues would have been-- what's that chinese phrase-- guo4 yan3 yun2 yan1. or something like that.
so, frankly, i take it all back.
it's you. not me. HAR.
bon voyage krys!!
bandy words, throw caution to the wind
flirt in tacit electric flicks
brandishing blandishments on brandied lips
that would lock, lock, and throw away the keys
lickety-split, leave
and never look back.
i hold these shreds