coffee break
i'm back on the crack.
with zero regrets.
2am 4am, 6am (thank you amanda), 8am, 10am, 1pm, 2:30pm, 5pm....
i can't explain the amour, the attraction, the courtship of sipping my piping hot, syrupy black love.
it ministers my moments with meditation; vents meaning into the tiniest of cracks of time, and molds memories from what would otherwise be breaths ungrateful.
venti, bold please. no room for cream or sugar.
you make me happy when skies are grey....
what's that?
is that sun i see??
it must be a hallucination.
or all the lsd i had for breakfast.
i'm off to get any snippet i can.
my vitamin d deficiency should soon make me eligible for all local rickets and scurvy studies.
i am working on a MAJOR faux tan this week.
i have to be poolside this weekend, and don't want to scare the cabana boys with my sowhiteit'sblue skin.
any favorite self-tanners?
blah blah beige sheep
i've officially unplugged the televisions. the news is so enraging it's actually driving me into top story homicide material, and the rest of the shows are so boring i find myself verifying thread count rather watching.
{ok, save for nurse jackie...but that ended monday night}
i know! i know! i know! > quiet katie!! at least you're not an oil-slicked duck.
i'm projecting my fatigue onto everyone and everything. my pot full of peonies gracefully sag open to me today. more so than yesterday; giving my desk the prettiest, powdery pink scent. upon waking this morning i became sad and guilty though. i had asked too much of them; they were tired and wanted more dark, quiet time. this is what flowers do on their third and fourth day. they are not exhausted.
i am.
funny, i can teach 3 spin classes without any fear of losing steam; but folding one teeny-tiny basket of laundry feels like building a staircase in quicksand.
june gloom
dreary and downcast flavor this morning's omelet.
the star-gazer lily in me had hoped it would be different this year.
rats on you mr june! balls to your six month drippy, damp mope.
i'm off!!! finger up to the clouds.......pfft.
a birthday party
it's my birthday today!
i'm having a party. you're invited.
please wear your fanciest frock
and shoes for shimmying to the left and to the right.....
we'll finish with smiles and sugar!
a party favor of sprinkles to keep you safe until next year.
we'll twirl our way back home; whirling into dreamland, weary from the whimsy.
happy dance!
spring storm
i'm suspicious of this rain.
usually spring showers friendly, kind drops;
not indecisive blankets of wet soup or indiscriminate dots of annoying dew on flip-flopped feet.
even the pitter-pat on the roof and the wind's whine sound off.
falsified.
understudies.
this storm is out of time and place.
i feel like it wants to tell me a secret.
weekend round up
bowling, braids, beverages (of the adult variety) and boys.
does it get more fun?
it does.
calico kerchiefs on freshly groomed beasts.
vanilla shakes shared with a steady.
weather so warm play time wraps while the grass is still wet.
an afternoon nap. a blanket of beasts. windows open to the bouncy boats on the bay.
that cup of coffee showing she loves me.
this echoes through the house this time of year. one can't help but smile sweetly, and wish love for others when listening to such pretty music.
and if you can...stay the fuck away.
fancying you the finest week ever m'loves.
impossible to be pouty in pink...
i was looking around and couldn't help but chuckle at all the girl that seems to be invading the house of late.....
here's a favorite to keep you in a blushing mood day long:
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keeping it pretty in pink today loves....
so not to get pinched......
to go with my green beer today...
happy st. patrick's day.
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dreamy weekend
i had a horizontal weekend.
bliss.
any free moment was spent with favorite reclined in reverie.
books were finished and started.
our trees are full of baby birds! windows stay wide open and tv's stay silent: their loud, sweet, springtime song fills our house top to bottom.
the jasmine i planted last year opened her eyes yesterday. even priscilla lingers longer on the now perfumed patio.
this is what i choose to see, smell and hear.
happy monday loves.
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ramblings.....
nothing to see here, move along. no shiny, twirly, tippy-toe news.
i have a sneeze that wakes me up every morning now, come two a.m. just one sneeze. he's polite that way. if sneeze's had accents his would most definitely sound british.
ah chew.
nathaniel winthorp chesterfield scratchy nose then scurries off until the next time i'm in dreamland, where he wakes me anon.
tis not pesty, although once i'm awoken i'd have greater chance throwing down half court for the lakers than falling quickly back to sleep.
so i read. waiting to be moved. hoping rather.
lately all my reads have had an overall chapstick flavor. not wretched, not grand. happily tolerable. {note i did not say cherry}
maybe it's just my mood still. a general matte finish upon everything i perceive. matte finish can be comely you know?
i must say, though, last night's dinner of chardonnay and peanut m &m's, candy colored in all shades of girl, was terribly delightful!!
so fa-la-la to that!
happy thursday!
tepid tuesday
i'm all out.
sapped dry.
parched.
no rococo ruffles or fancy feathers to whet my whistle today.
it's been a putty colored, purgatory morning.
are you in or are you out winter?
goosebumps still accessorize my outfits. still can't quite find the comfortable.
although, warm, eager, lilac colored toes demand flip flops.
i feel you winter. indecision is my new soundtrack.
i want to be out sharing smiles that start in our stomachs, finish in the corners of our eyes.
but how nice to return to the sack and get back those 3 hours.
wasted worrying. ridiculous ruminating.
screwy stuff like smile lines.
i'm going to sit. for a bit. in this lull.
tis not a bad or scary place. just beige.
i can smile knowing i'll be twirling in tulle by the week's end.
lest i drag my dears down in with me,
thought you might fancy these cool paintings.
pfft!!
next time i try to curtail my coffee compulsion i'll be less public.
i'm missing my dark, potent companion desperately. sure we have our mornings together, but then it's goodbye until a new dawn.
tea just isn't cutting it. i'm not the tea girl. i have giant hamstrings. girls who drink tea don't have giant hamstrings like me.
we'll see how long i make it. till then it's ladylike tuesday. it's ladylike to drink from a teacup. i'll try to harness this genteel image today. extra pearls to help.
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happy weekend
only three more weeks of winter white. i want to store up the cold like nickels in a ceramic pig. giddy is me seeing my breath in the pitch black morning air.
although, maybe i am ready to whisk away this winter coat?
i am suffering a knotty stomach still, from ill behavior of nights long passed.
gossip girl. me. dreadful. not even a clever one either.
i had been invited to a small group of fabulous women with fabulous hair. feeling wee, pedestrian, and unsure of myself i uncomfortably asked about an item of possible town tabloid as my way of cavorting with these prettier, wittier, and more exceptional girls from private schools. luckily they had more class than miserable me. shut my gross attempt to "fit in" down right away. they don't play that way. no wonder i wanted to be in their group.........
hope you all have a lovely weekend.
in the spirit of keeping things classy, i'm sending you off with victoria.
love,
katie