Nil Desperandum
I've been all cocooned up and reading one of the most amazing series of books ever.
I'm reading Dangerous Angels. which is all of the Weetzie Bat books collected into one big book.
its amazing and makes me day dreaming and wishy.
when I finally lifted my nose from the book long enough to blink my eyes and notice the day slipping away, I made myself a delicous brunch of wheat free toaster waffles with banana, yogurt and real syrpup.
the toaster waffles were perfectly golden and crunchie and full of yum and the too sweet softness of the banana and the yummy tartness of the creamy yogurt all mixed with the sticky drippy maple sweetness was perfect.
I want to slip on my rollerskates and zoom off to L.A, and live in a house with lemon trees in the back yard and oleanders and everything overgrown and hot. I want to skate and surf and paint and make music.
I want to dress up in old dresses and so many strings of pearls that it weighs me down, and serve tea in my back yard with fresh lemon slices and sit in the shade.
I want to make movies and wear feathers and glue stones on the ceiling so they glitter like stars.
I want to make windchimes out of utensils and peices of broken mirror and coloured glass.
I want to make jamaican food and eat from taco trucks. I want to carry a parasol and have a hive of bees that make me honey.
I want magic
I'm reading Dangerous Angels. which is all of the Weetzie Bat books collected into one big book.
its amazing and makes me day dreaming and wishy.
when I finally lifted my nose from the book long enough to blink my eyes and notice the day slipping away, I made myself a delicous brunch of wheat free toaster waffles with banana, yogurt and real syrpup.
the toaster waffles were perfectly golden and crunchie and full of yum and the too sweet softness of the banana and the yummy tartness of the creamy yogurt all mixed with the sticky drippy maple sweetness was perfect.
I want to slip on my rollerskates and zoom off to L.A, and live in a house with lemon trees in the back yard and oleanders and everything overgrown and hot. I want to skate and surf and paint and make music.
I want to dress up in old dresses and so many strings of pearls that it weighs me down, and serve tea in my back yard with fresh lemon slices and sit in the shade.
I want to make movies and wear feathers and glue stones on the ceiling so they glitter like stars.
I want to make windchimes out of utensils and peices of broken mirror and coloured glass.
I want to make jamaican food and eat from taco trucks. I want to carry a parasol and have a hive of bees that make me honey.
I want magic