i miss saturday nights.

 the old ones.

slumber parties.

before they entailed vodka, high heels, bars, short skirts, small talk, smoking and sex.

i miss saturdays that revolved around girlfriends,
before there was anything to gossip about.
when we watched movies to know what love and loss were.
when we ate popcorn, without counting calories.
when we stayed up all night on sugar alone.
when giggling was what determined a good night.

i miss that.

call me nostalgic.

take a good look at me.

mirror mirror.

when you want something

you've never had, 

you have to do something

you've never done. 

my life is a long weekend.

his next life.

In my next life I want to live backwards.
You start out dead and get that out of the way.


Then you wake up in an old people’s home

feeling better every day.

You get kicked out for being too healthy,

go collect your pension, and then when

you start work, you get a gold watch

and a party of your first day.


You work for 40 years until you’re young

enough to enjoy your retirement.


You party, drink alcohol, and are

generally promiscuous, then you

are ready for high school.

You then go to primary school,

you become a kid, you play.

you have no responsibilities,

you become a baby until you are born. 

And then you spend your last 9 months floating 

in luxurious spa like conditions with

central heating and room service

on top, larder quaters every day

and then, Volia!

You finish off as an orgasm!

I rest my case.
                     - woody allen

the guys got a point. 

on a roll.

i need to stop letting the dogs out. 

trust me when i say.

i will be the one that got away.

you're killing me smalls.

best movie ever. 

ever.

ever.

jaws dropping.

dear shark week,

hurry up and get here already.

xo

the tale of desperaux

"When your heart breaks 

it can grow back crooked. 

It grows back twisted 

and gnarled 

and hard."

music is my religion.

Lions, and tigers, and bears! Oh, my!

Wizard of Oz: As for you, my galvanized friend, you want a heart. You don't know how lucky you are not to have one. Hearts will never be practical until they can be made unbreakable. 

Tin man: But I still want one. 

... kiss me in style that clark gable would admire.

"No, I don't think I will kiss you, although you need kissing, badly. That's what's wrong with you. You should be kissed and often, and by someone who knows how."

                                          - Gone with the Wind

HEATWAVE

today - 32 degrees

tomorrow - 32 degrees

blogging comes second to bronzing.