Oh my god yes
Candles. In my kitchen. Lights off. I am almost a real person again.
December lights shine
Next week I'll be twenty-six
Your cards will be late
Yeah, they will. Sorry about that.*
Crossing the Baltic tomorrow. Mom says it's going to be a rough, Murphy's law kind of day, in one of her occasional bouts of horoscopism.
Grandma believes in angels, reflexology and talking to spirits. Her daughters settle for yoga, divination and an idea that there's Something. I write fantasy. Maybe my children will be scientists.
*If anyone else wants a Christmas/New Year's card, give me a holler.
December lights shine
Next week I'll be twenty-six
Your cards will be late
Yeah, they will. Sorry about that.*
Crossing the Baltic tomorrow. Mom says it's going to be a rough, Murphy's law kind of day, in one of her occasional bouts of horoscopism.
Grandma believes in angels, reflexology and talking to spirits. Her daughters settle for yoga, divination and an idea that there's Something. I write fantasy. Maybe my children will be scientists.
*If anyone else wants a Christmas/New Year's card, give me a holler.