It's funny, but it only takes a bit of sun and warm wind to make me feel like a million bucks. I could cut off my hair and tattoo my arm, I feel so good. I could throw a party or take a trip. I could buy a corset. I could take up playing the kazoo. (I may do all these things anyway, but I'm just sayin' that this weather might speed things up)
Spring makes me want to purge and replace. I got rid of a fuckwad of clothes at the auction, which makes me feel less guilty about buying some new things. I think I'll get them in Montreal, because I love Montreal, and they have all sorts of fun stores there that we don't have here. Or maybe I'll get nothing and just soak in the city. You know what? It doesn't matter. It's not snowing. I don't really care about the rest.
Oooh, my house smells like brownies and mint icing. And there are bluebells on my dining room table. Fuck. Yes.