The storm came as quickly as it went.
When the first lightning flash dazzled the dreary sky
I thought of the dog begging to be let in.
When the lights went out
I was painting the second coat of mermaid gold onto my neglected nails.
Survival tool: The mobile phone. As a light source in the pitch black house that no longer belongs to us. For external communication, when the entire house is dependent on a cordless digital phone system.
I'm glad I'd left a Christmas present of Ikea candles under the TV stand all these months. It came in very handy last night.
Sitting by the scented candle light, I finished off the top coat on my nails.
I remember all those years ago when we'd huddle by the candles, listening to DJ Crush and Mazzy Star,
Falling in love with the stories we told, falling in love.
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It's so cold outside today.
I feel like being bubble-wrapped in a warm down quilt.
I feel like ridding myself of this fluorescent tint that makes my skin look perpetually puke-yellow.
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I'm ruffling around with fraying ends.
All drive to follow through has withered,
I'm done with chasing for answers.
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I've secured myself a spot in the hot pigeon-hole.
I'm not quite sure why I torment myself with courtesy calls,
Particularly when it was far from pleasant the last time.
It'll be a good laugh. Worth a blog entry anyway. So do swing by here in six weeks.
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