"What is it? My dear?" "Ah, how can we bear it?" "Bear what?" "This. For so short a time.
"In my next life I want to live my life backwards. You start out dead and get that out of the way. Then you wake up in an old people’s home feeling better every day.
So, men… I’m sure all of you know one who is afraid of wearing pink. The label hipster or metrosexual definitely don’t apply to the type of guy I’m referring to.
Although the summer solstice is long gone, and as D once said, it’s all downhill from here as far as warm weather goes, yesterday I realized how awesome long summer days are.
I’m curious, have you read anything by Anaïs Nin? I’m dying to read some of her work.
The smell of the first drops of rain on a hot day. As soon as rain water touches the hot asphalt and mixes with dirt, the most amazing smell floods the air.
My life is a busy mess right now. D’s sister left last week and ever since we haven’t cleaned the apartment. “I’m too tired.
I am not a drinker. And I don’t mean I am not a heavy drinker or even that I drink in moderation. I mean I don’t drink. Ever.
So we’re currently in NYC, having brunch at the cute Cafe Lalo on the West Side. Next on our list is a walk through Central Park and maybe a ride on the carrousel.
I share Mr. Firth’s view completely.