Moths are so silly. If that was me, i’d flirt with the lightbulb for exactly 1 minute and then just plunge my little moth-y body right onto the thing until my legs melted onto it and then i’d really be in my glory.
In a related tangent, listen to the new Tori single (mp3/rm), because if more people hear it my brain will be less likely to explode. I think. Moths, flames, tori, bed. Yum.
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It’s funny talking about Love, because it’s a relative concept; i can’t have a pint or a mile of love and you can’t necessarily have more love than i do. I think that i will never say i’ve been in love unless i’m referring to love that i’m in, because 20/20 hindsight is to sharp and defined when love isn’t anything like that. Love seems like it’s warm and soft around the edges, so that you need to be half blind to appreciate it and so you can never really hang on unless you’ve got the perfect kind of grip. Liz asked me tonight if i’d ever been in love with a girl and i said no without even thinking about it. I’ll figure out how to get it in the right focus eventually, though. At least, i hope.
There has been lazy rain dropping through the haze all day and it has left the sky a baby kind of yellow like ruddy cheeks after a long shower. I bought lots of food so that i’m not starving so often, and i washed some dishes. Tiny dents in the giant pile of stuff i’ve been meaning to get done. I finally did away with all of my various nested tables because they were from the ages of antiquity. Matt fits perfectly on the couch from toe to top of touseled hair. He sleeps there often and i can never figure out why … this room is cooler but the couch is too fuzzy for this weather and we can turn the air on in the other room. I’ve decided not understanding a roommate is no reason to hate them. I have fixings for tortellini alfredo that will be yummily cooked as soon as i finish the second half of my dishes. Also, i updated my favourite links with recent reads book of days and halo33, as well as adding liz to the crushed bar.
I have been neglecting linking to Liz for quite some time now and it has only really hurt me because i keep forgetting to read her site; she comes at everything freshly and she makes me feel young and romantic even when i’m not feeling too much like either of those at all. Reading her page actually puts a lazy smile on my face that leaves me glowing & clean afterwards. Just like the rain.
Seeing my face staring back at me from main page will take some getting used to.
.Off, again. Always off. And i wish blogger would work. Oh well.