i start shaking now--when something upsets me.
visibly.
it would be embarrassing but that it only happens in private.
my favorite pair of shoes cost a mere twenty-two dollars.
twenty-two dollars, i say!
the stress of (not) moving is giving way to thoughts of potted plants, easter brunches, and open windows.
i like to sleep with my feet hanging off the bed.
or diagonally.
depending on my mood.
there's nothing i like quite so much as climbing under the covers immediately following a bath.
speaking of lists, a friend recently listed all of my failed romantic ventures.
all together, on paper, they seem a bit laughable.
but they are mine and i claim them as such.
(and yes, my legs are so white they actually glow.
and i am not--i repeat--not ashamed).