listening to: "take it from me" - the weepies
Well, I'm ready for springtime, I'm ready for a caper, I'm ready for something to happen, for something to move. I've been on the cusp of new things for a while now, always teetering, never quite falling into the next great adventure. I want to find something to do and wring the life out of it like an old testament bird.
Have I told you that I'm crazy in love? Not in that giddy, nauseating, jittery sort of way, but in a really chill, confident, satisfying way. I like it. I'm going to keep it.
I'm tired. I'm going to nap before work no.2 or maybe read. Trying my hand at an interesting trio of writers at the moment: Anais Nin, Bill Bryson, Milan Kundera. Mmmm. I have to renew my subscriptions. New Yorker, Paste, The Believer. Okay naptime.
shalomshalom.
1 comments:
I hate being stuck on the cusp of new things. It makes me antsy. Here's hoping you are not antsy!
Also: I am stalking your archives. I hope that's not CREEEPY or anything.
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