Tonight I very much want my very own moving castle (a' la Howl/Miyazaki) but filled with the interior featured in the video from Fever Ray's 'If I had a Heart'. I could adulterate with corresponding imagery but frankly Scarlett, I don't give a shit.
In other news I'm house-sitting for my parents.
It's just me, three goats, two tomcats and an Anatolian shepherd.
And an empty house, a hot-tub, 100k stars, an equal amount of trees and maybe three inches of old snow. I haven't seen or spoken to a human being in over five days. Which has been lovely, but 'when the mice are away the cat will totally get it's groove thrown off'. That and the cripplingly anti-social teenager I almost was forever keeps poking my shoulder and bothering me about how ideal a party-situation this is.
Well if you'll excuse me, I'm going to smoke the last of my cloves because I'm stranded and can't get more and that makes me want them more.
P.S. How do you say you're sorry when there's nothing to be afraid of?
