Remind me to read:

'Tipping The Velvet'

'American Gods'

'The Tempest'

'One Hundred Years of Solitude'

'The Secret Garden'

'The Portrait of a Lady'

'Sexing The Cherry'

Also, I have a rash on my foot and it is driving me crazy. I think I may have stepped in some poison oak walking through the park on the way to work the other day. No more scenic roots for me. :[

Oh but all I do is watch TV, A programme I want to, But I never see it, Cos I'm thinking about you.

cleanliness and reflections on mushy gushy love stuff.

I really hate not waking up to him every morning. I remember him stealing kisses from me, thinking I was still fully asleep.

nothing at all in my head.

i can't seem to snap out of this dreamy state. my vacation this time around was so bitter-sweet, i think it may have even given me permanent a stomach ache. will's car broke down just before i got there, so we didn't go many places or too far from his home, but that was fine by me. the best memory i have of it all is lounging on his couch, with pillows and a blanket, he in his boxers and t-shirt, me in my night slip, legs sprawled out across him, watching movies inside with fans and the a/c blasted up, on a muggy florida afternoon. we watched "fanastic mr.fox" and "the adventures of baron munchausen", drank iced tea [with plenty of ice] and ate waffles with strawberries.

what more could a dreamy-eyed, lazy girl ask for?

this time at the airport neither of us cried. i think it was too early in the morning to really feel anything but tired. nevertheless it was sad. and i hate leaving him.