In the procrastination temple of frivolous loafing, I am but an acolyte.
How absolutely wonderful does it feel shilly-shallying? I mean, gather a hundred fun things of zero consequence and potter about wth them saving the real issues you NEED to deal with for nevertime.
Ugh real world is more mundane than useless mundane. I don't want to be a part of it.
I'd just rather watch the rains, pretending I'm not alone. (I always pretend I'm not alone) is that creepy? I hope it is :)
A cupful of fresh espresso pour over and I wonder what could be so wrong in adding a spoonful of condensed milk?
I should've made tea, but I've reserved tea as a novelty..hah I laugh at my jokes. Yes, so tea is a sacred entity..oh dear here I go again. I keep it for mornings only, because the pleasure a good cup of tea gives me is immense and sacramental. I've no wish to squander it away, lest it become common and unprofound, much like barmy time I spend procrastinating.
Speaking of precious, you know what's precious? my heart, because it's a private estate or consecrated grounds for a hallowed dwelling only.
(I'm getting sappy. I blame this espresso. sappy frappe. mocha mush. soppy latte. hearts a gogo)
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