Let's not say anything.

Just for a little while. Lets have some wine, and take a hot bath (and now I'm accidently a little drunk, because of it)
Let us read and write and have tea and nap.
God knows I'll need it after working all week.

Now for a time of discretion.

I feel that I'm too liberal with my words, too free with my emotions, and too giving with my heart.
I put way more into things than I ever get back.
With Spring comes a new me.

Bonjour, la vie; auvoir tristesse.

Back to the Simple Ways.

I've bought crumpets and three sorts of jam for breakfast.
I'm reading Lady Chatterly's Lover and The Tempest.
I'm earning my money by working an actual job, as opposed to residual checks from one commercial.
I'm trying to be happier and healthier and more productive.
I gave four bucks to a homeless man today because he called me gorgeous.

I'm trying to just be a much lovelier person, in general.

March winds.

Saturday to Monday was a blur or sleep and smoke and love.
Since has been filled with work and not nearly as much reading as I had hoped.
I cant wait for the sunny, funny days coming in the next few months.

Incense, Tarot, and Chocolate Truffles

I'm in the process of learning how to make/ do all of these.
Along with trying to teach myself french and reading about four different books.
I finished Chocolat and now I'm starting on a book my friend lent to me, which is too geeky to mention.

I'm trying to just find peace.
And regain self control, and mental stability.
and hopefully save money in the process.
I just want so much all at once.









What book should I read next?
-"Phantasmagoria" (Carrol)
-"Twelth Night" (Shakespeare)
-"The Aeniad" (Virgil)

Chocolat.

I may be moving back to New York a lot sooner than I planned, but right now, there's nothing keeping me here. And New York in the Springtime sounds too lovely to pass up.

I'm reading Chocolat, at the moment (Joanne Harris) and it's amazing. It just makes you want to swim in Parisian fields of deliciousness.

It's like, hazy days, you know?

Baked apples for breakfast, some french lessons for lunch, and a big dinner of various books.
I've gained six pounds this week and ate an entire fudge pie by myself.
This is becoming ridiculous.