What to write... what to write?
Darlings, I am writing to you from the Parisian cafe in my mind... or better yet from the inspiring interiors of lovely little Andre's Bistro where my magnificent boyfriend took me for lunch... Ah gyros; delightful.
Missouri in the summer brings to mind mild versions of hell but if you wear a sundress and stand in the shade its not totally unbearable. But I do hate summer.
Life has been fast in a lazy and slow kind of way. My job doesn't give me enough hours so I've set my sights on becoming a barista at Starbucks. It's been fun to "keep house" thus far, we even had a poker night last night.
I bought cute saucers today with bright sunflowers on them for 29 cents! Mmm... Thrift stores!
Well, its time to sign off as I am just rambling. It feels good to get some words written out and sent into the void even if no one specifically reads them... :)
17 hours ago
2 comments:
My dear, I feel you are starving for Words. And yet, its a paradigm, for you don't want to eat or consume them, but you are starving to release and expel them.
mmm... I like you. :D
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