courtesy of anonymousgrrl and jazzy and the flying crow
i am: waking and baking.
i want: late april strawberries in the middle of march.
i have: elevated the humble pot roast to heretofore unseen heights.
i wish: i could write a cookbook and lose 50 lbs simultaneously.
i hate: that good people in ohio had to decide an election on the fear of gay people being able to get married.
i fear: far less than i used to.
i hear: "landslide" as done by billy corgan and my insides swell. the original doesn't do that.
i search: for the perfect dressed-up-yet-still-casual shirt.
i wonder: what's so funny about peace, love and understanding.
i regret: only seeing The Clash once. i cried like a baby when Joe Strummer died.
i love: snootchie bootches.
i ache: and my wonderful husband lays his bread-kneading hands upon me.
i always: say Sting made better music when he was miserable.
i am not: afraid i'll lose my limerance.
i dance: because what else is there to do when the world is running down?
i cry: even though everything's gonna be alright.
i am not always: so hung up on working the music i'm listening to into what i'm writing.
i would like: those late april strawberries with some crème fraîche and brown sugar.
i write: not nearly as well or as much as i'd like.
i lose: myself in the kitchen, in the best possible way.
i win: when i realize that winning isn't the point.
i confuse: erections with arousal.
i need: to put clean water in my bong.
i should: get to writing that &%$#@! cookbook, 50 lbs be damned.
... and i'm getting older too