Oh, M-M-M-MAUI! I MISS YOU!
‘Cause it’s like, you know. Winter here, and stuff. Pale skin. Thick socks. Perpetually cold fingers. Gah, I miss that balmy sunshine. I worked today. I also inhaled SIX chocolate chip shortbread cookies–and they were “Amy’s”–so, not even that good–some kind of weird spell just came over me, apparently. How long would I have to stay on the treadmill to burn that shit off, I wonder? Hours. Nico is moving to Boston. Erika is naming her child “Frank”. We are not close enough any more for me to mock her choice, dammit. Number 7 on “Confessions on a Dance Floor” gave me happy ripples all over my arms today, and for the first time in a long time, I felt like rolling. Which of course I won’t. But sometimes I still want to! Sighhhhhh. My mother says when I was little my favorite thing to say was, “I just want the things I don’t have!” Uh huh. Still true.
Unrelated: I love photos of you. You always look so bright, colorful bubbly!
Also, enough of this winter shit, ya? I want summertime.
Aw, thanks Alyson. You can provide unrelated comments any time! YES WARM WEATHER UNGH.