sunday driving

I stepped out of the shower this afternoon, and decided the best way to dry my hair would be to drive with all the windows rolled down, 70mph up and down the long stretches of road near my home. It's bright and cool outside, like spring, or early summer. Two cigarettes and a half dozen songs later I regretfully left the highway.

Driving used to scare me to death. I was nervous, unwilling to make lane changes, morbidly conscious of the speed limits and just utterly fearful. It irritates me to have been so awkward and hesitant about the whole thing. I'm twenty two and for the first time I drive in the left hand lane. It seems silly.

Reading the job listings, which are a bit better than they have been of late. Vague hope stirs in me. I need a bloody damned job. Or a patron. Whichever shows up first. Surely someone wants to pay me to write brilliant stories, provide witty cocktail conversation and decorate their pool. I would even cook, especially if someone provided me with nifty kitchen appliances and such. Ahh. Some days, I'm living in the wrong century.

But you know, I feel happy today. Someone wrote me a poem recently, I have some damn fine friends, my inner life is bubbling over with thoughts and ideas, and the sun is out. It's good.

a note

I have never been one to wear perfume on a regular basis. For some moments, and I do own a lot of nice smelling soaps and things. I even have a little bit of expensive, pretty scents scattered about.

But this bottle that Reive sent to me for Christmas just begs to be touched, and I find myself picking it up whenever I pass by the shelf. The glass is darker now, full of honey colored liquid that smells like flowers and vanilla and something else. I have to touch it, I can't resist.

A strange, small thing to change in my life, but there it is.

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( Cause I don't have a real entry right now. )