reading: fscking property listings, again. still, i’m hopeful. and peas on toast. because it keeps me hopeful.
listening: little earthquakes – tori amos.
drinking: that compulsory glass of milk.
eating: an easter egg with pink inside.
smoking: far too much nowadays.
thinking: sheena and i are living the same life in two different postal codes/my foot is still itchy in the same place it has been for two days now/that the people across the road are so frigging into dodgy things, its beyond a joke now/that i’m going to be forced to get up and go to the office on tuesday early to avoid people moaning/wondering how long they will take to notice they don’t have connectivity (it’s happened before, the record is two days)/my back hurts. waha/why is your car in my road?/la’s text message/my favourite book/i love the word nestled/i hate decision-making/tomorrow will be a good day with old friends/the sun better shine.
adding up: the numbers along the top row of that piece of paper. they are, of course, adding up to twelve.
in line of sight: curtain. left over right. (yet another fine example of the obsessive compulsive disorder that pervades every aspect of my life, and that i’m still okay with), the little green dragon, bryth (not a real one, mind. it’s only me who has smoke come out of their nose round these parts), milk – glass of, cellphone, ashtray, cigarettes, balloons – a lot of, and pen
typing: email back to cheryl. who is totally offensive, and i love how she does the code talk so well. laughing at her sick, sick sense of humour, and her way of asking “so, what’s news?” which totally translates into “go on then, tell me every piece of hot gossip, dammit”
wanting: a muffin. whats with the muffin fanship at the moment, cath?
wishing: i was in cape town for the free tibet protest tomorrow. seriously now, it’s about fscking time the fscking chinese left tibet alone.
congratulating self on: not biting my nails for an entire day today. kudos me!
posting: this oldie, from anm. sums up what’s mulling around my brain:
facing each other.
(I have not felt this attracted to someone in years)
let’s go lie down in your houseboat…
venture in (with god nestled in the green carpet)
say things like “so have you read all these books….”
etc…
you will tell me tragic stories and try to fluff them
off as though
everyone has members
of their nuclear family die when they’re young….
and you will be so curious about how I handled
everything with
such dignity
(we’ll debate about whether it was dignity or denial)
I will then ask you the same.
and I may never tell you about the dream I had…….
you bought me olivia newton-john posters
and black lights
and I had you all to myself for an hour and I pushed
you
up against the wall and kissed you and it was
electrifying
good night. sleep tight. hope you got your chocolate rations in. 😉