i found a bag on my place setting this morning. the card had a kitty with a crown on it. the little bag was full of little three musketeers bars. i love my mother.
from ten to four was set construction. i painted two window frames for the set of french doors we're building, and made a beat-up old chair look wood-grainy and like we had just pulled it from the depths of backstageness and done nothing. only all artistic and fancy-like. paint on my jeans, all over my socks, but not on the old shirt that jan had dredged up from the women's dressing room closet that i used as a paint shirt. paint fumes invaded my nostrils and i had to take a huge whiff of the coffee grounds at home to clear the passages. we had pizza at three while listening to mix cd of MJ's greatest hits. (one of us had to leave before the other, the question, who left first?) took off afterwards towards home to find that my brother had thought i was at work the entire time, and had directed my inquiring father there when he had called.
when i finally did start my shift at six-thirty, he'd left me a fancy cupcake with a nice note. i love my father.
plus, my brother let me take the car for the entire day whilst risking not being able to do anything. not that he would have had anything to do, anyway. i still love my brother.
to lovebirds: tonight by lykke li.
to singles: three seed by silversun pickups, because it's just a damn sexy song. the music will make you feel good.
although today, even the mere thought of him sent blood burning rushing to my face, eyes glazing and staring at the wall, and butterflies fluttering up my ribcage and landing on my heart, fluttering all the more wildly, which i usually think is my heart racing. meanwhile, i feel an empty feeling in my gut, but not empty as in lacking, but as in...surprising? i don't know. although it might have been the paint. but see, i can be practical and romantic at the same time. just not for very long.
"idi i ljubavi," everyone.
-d
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