One can only dream of a lackadaisical life such as this: first on my agenda of each day is to decide who to meet, and where, and when. Work begins next Monday, by which time I might be still pleased with this amount of lackadaisicality (why does this word not yet exist?) but ready to move on to something a little different, something a little more in line with my career goals and blah blah.
Yesterday: lunch of foie gras, dinner of hokkien mee. Incongruous? No way :)
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Evelyn
I close my eyes and imagine the dark hills I would have to cross / to reach you. For I am in love with you / and this is what it is like or what it is like in words.
Carol Ann Duffy
When I grow up, I'd like to be a cream puff. A cream puff with apricots, or even a plain one. Lukewarm at the bakery. In the window.
Jeux d'enfants
No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.
Samuel Beckett
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