torihoney

i have a morning all to myself tommorow, and i'm not yet sure what i would like to do with it. a part of me cries out to sleep in, but the larger more altruistic side encourages me to go down to the salvation army and drop off all my donations. i have to get my car washed, get some more bath gel from the b and b works store, find time for a run, do some work stuff.. then go into work until close. not my idea of the best day ever, but it's better than lying in bed, staring at the ceiling while the temperature slowly rises in the room.

i'm going to the san diego burlesque show at brick by brick.. if those of you know you are going, give me a shout out...it'd be nice to put some faces to the names in this place...are all of you real, anyway? or just some lovely apparitions i dreamed into being?

i am finding it hard to be patient. i find myself becoming more and more pointed at what i want, when i want... and although if it were available to me without consequence, i would certainly have it... it's just not the way life works, is it? so i wait. hopefully something gives... the center cannot possibly hold forever, and we'll be like two satellites, orbiting around a common moon.

inspire me, tell me about the best thing that happened to you today, and why it was special...i found a tape that my husband made for me 9 years ago when he was my boyfriend, a tape fraught with so much of who he was at the time, that it takes me right back to 94, and how i felt dizzy every time he got too close. what is it about beautiful, charming boys that can make you weak all over?