I'm feeling mighty poetic these days. Yay for having my monthly bag of fun and no action in any of those other three weeks of the month. It makes me into a friggin' emotion-monster.
On the other hand: It feels kinda nice to cuddle up in the sofa and light every candle you've got and just write down what you think and feel and like. And listen to Imogen Heap. Cause I always listen to Imogen when I light up candles. And wear a pretty dress. Cause pretty dresses makes me feel extra cute.
Like a little, pink post-it. TA-DA, another poetic ramble!
ps please don't take me seriously.