White wisps skid sweetly into aqua. The horizon drinks the brilliant colours leaving a crystaline indigo bowl of a night. She starts again. She stopped only for the love of the golden hues cast from a fleeing sun. Mid-stride she was eyes-to-the-sky until absorbing the scene overwhelmed all auxiliary functions. People find her strange. She finds people apathetic.
If I could see my ass. It would be black and blue. Yesterday at work somehow became 'smack ass day' in the drive thru. It made for a lot of giggling, lack of professionalism and stinging hands and behinds. I wonder what people think sometimes when they drive past the window and see the absolute depravity.
I was told every time that I say 'fuck' i have to put a quarter in the linda jar.
not amused.
About a month ago, Tiffany asks me to be her maid of honor. (Insert major yaying) Tiffany is preggers and I am hoping she has a girl. She already has two boys. She wants another boy. Her fiance is not keen on going to appointments with her, so, I'm going with her. We are quite excited to hear the baby's heartbeat on Tuesday.
Not too much going on right now. Just the usual. If you haven't noticed, I've felt a bit like writing creatively in my journal. Thx to Dusty and Mogs for noticin'.
I'm off to finish cutting patterns and such.
xxx