My Valentine’s gifts to Maffews were a sunflower starter kit and a baby tomato growing kit. They are growing! Now we just need to love them back and make sure they grow big and strong.
Cupcakes. That’s it. By Violet
on my desktop. Don’t know where these came from.
This is my kind of math(s)
I love Bukowski.
there’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I’m too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I’m not going
to let anybody see
you.
there’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I pur whiskey on him and inhale
cigarette smoke
and the whores and the bartenders
and the grocery clerks
never know that
he’s
in there.
there’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I’m too tough for him,
I say,
stay down, do you want to mess
me up?
you want to screw up the
works?
you want to blow my book sales in
Europe?
there’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I’m too clever, I only let him out
at night sometimes
when everybody’s asleep.
I say, I know that you’re there,
so don’t be
sad.
then I put him back,
but he’s singing a little
in there, I haven’t quite let him
die
and we sleep together like
that
with our
secret pact
and it’s nice enough to
make a man
weep, but I don’t
weep, do
you?
Everyone in the blogosphere has blogged on their blog about the wonder that is Jenny Gordy. Her blog is lovely, her necklaces are amazing, and one day I will buy something she knits. One day.
So, I’m going to try and stay up until 1am on Monday eve in the hope that I can get my hands on one of her wool necklaces. Oh please, let me keep my eyes open long enough.
Yep, this is good. Very good, and Spanish. I like Spain. A lot. I like squid, beer, cold sherry and Julio Iglesias (ok, that’s a lie). The only thing I hate about this whole situation is the euro. Fuck the euro. Fuck the exchange rate.
That’s me
Whoooooooooooa, what the heck! This is the shiiiiiit. It’s in my ‘Things to buy’ bookmarks folder. I cannot wait to cook bacon inside a panda head.
