cantina.

samson ignored me this morning/ he glanced up from his usual post and then one paw in front of the other without a glance he walked right by/ i understand/ i don't feel like talking to anyone in the morning either/ and/ he had grass to eat/

lucy's back in the office this morning looking a tad perkier, tho, she still has splotches of brown/ poor lucy/

had a wicked little feast with s last night/ raspberry mint moitos and the best EVER guacamole/ sooooooooooo tasty/ it's in the hood and proven by the boy's sitting beside us would make a grand *#@! restuarant... ahhh, too bad there are no more *#@! pour moi... happy as a clam, happy as a clam/

reading: the longlonglonglong awaited new noval from Sarah Waters The Night Watch and devouring every word...
listening to: tracy chapman, kinnie star....
watching: i can't believe i missed this week's Top Model... i'm SO not gonna win Top Model. damn.
drinking: coffee.
wearing: black on black skirt, boots, and hoodie.
wanting: only more.
missing: it's too early...
looking forward to: seeing c tomorrow... the way you say the word tomorrow, seeing s next week... clearing up and out.

hello.