I wouldn't know you if you were standing in front of me on the street,
or sitting across the table from me.

I'm still sitting here ( Read more... )

It doesn't matter how many candles you light.
What you make for dinner.
Which apron you wear.
If you have cocktails or not.

You just can't win.

The candles smell cheap.
The dinner burns.
You can't match the apron to your dress.
Being tipsy doesn't make it better.

Sometimes,
it's all in your head.

Nothing is wrong,
but everything is terrible.

Our friends are all too cool for me now.
Maybe i need to update my wardrobe.

You've been sleeping in the daylight.
I can't roll over in bed without waking,
wondering if you are dreaming or blinking,
only to hear your shallow breath.
To ask if you are cold.
We are both waiting.
The news that comes tomorrow will mean staying, or going.
I'm afraid of both.
Either.
You will go where you have to,
i will go if i'm not scared.

That old time panic feeling that creeps in.
Confused about what direction this could all go.
And how it will work.

Nevermind then.

She's moving in.

Another cat for the window sill,
another set of clothes in the dresser,
another set of books on the shelves.

Waking up hungover in the morning, and getting through the day somehow, leads to amazing cat naps with a cuddly purple cat when you eventually get off work.

Two hours of pure kitten bliss.

Dill, rosemary, mustard chicken... in oven.
Garlic pepper mashed potatoes... on the stove.
Yellow apron... around the waist.
Neko Case... playing.
Chocolate and berries... in fridge.
Wine... open...glass two half empty.
Girlfriend...