Spent the night eating chocolate and nuts and getting tipsy with The Girls (the sis and mumsies) on my rooftop (lesbeli vodka, yum) and then it was off to the sister's room to dance woozily until we were sweaty / until it was nearly midnight ... whereupon I commenced my yearly ritual of gathering the family and waiting for the last seconds of 22 May to tick past and then leading the family in a majestic chorus of "HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU (ME)"! It was awesome. (There's something about the birthday song and how it's never sung on key.)
"This is deja vu," remarked the brother. Hehehe. He gave me a pink carnation! It's sitting in a vase on my desk, waiting to blossom. I'm so touched. Joel <3s me!!
It's good to be home (:
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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