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Came home from a long day to an IPSY package!!! I still have 1 Sephora play box and another IPSY glam bag to review, so now I have a total of 3 beauty subscription “boxes” to spell out here. Excited though to share!

I’m eating Jack in the Box — isn’t that funny. As a vegan my choices are onion rings, lemonade/coke/sprite, and curly fries, and that’s my dinner. Kind of an unglamorous thing to share on your poetry/lifestyle blog but there is a personal aspect to this writing so why not. Why not has been the question of the week, and the week only began today. (If you think weeks start with Monday, not Sunday like me).

Things are about to get real fuckin’ aesthetic.

prévenance
noun [prey-vuh-nahns] French.
special care in anticipating or catering to the needs and pleasures of others.

Other interesting things:

• sans serif caps
• If you have a pool, you can tell it’s raining outside by the ripples in the water of the raindrop splashes. A beautiful & whimsical sight
• Resting eyes
• Wet leaves
• Terry bathrobe towels are the best & don’t leave little strings on the body
• Men don’t use conditioner, unless they have long hair, but they still probably don’t
• Fabric softener that smells amazing on sheets & blankets makes going to bed that much more special & lovely
• Cigarettes taste like tar
• I’m quitting smoking
• Maybe

My lists don’t have the availability of. background colors 🙁

It’s nice to be back, after 9 days

It’s been a little bit since I’ve written, sort of a mini-hiatus. It scares me to put my words on the internet, but other times it’s liberating. Isn’t that strange, the sensationalism of it? Sometimes I don’t know what I’m talking about. Other times I want to provide instructions, advice, reviews, all that sort of thing for complete strangers (hopeful friends) on the internet. This is a post just to say hi. I had some poetry in my head and I think it belongs there for now. I’ll go back to writing regularly; it’s for the health.

The words left unspoken; the cherries atop the trees. They start bearing fruit in their fourth year. Your voicemails are magnificent, I wish I had more of them. To collect, to enjoy, to savor on grey, solid cold days. Inferences that don’t make sense. Tense phone calls, ending abruptly, then you call back again and apologize but you’ve already been forgiven. Because that’s just how this works, that’s just how this works. Don’t you know it?