Shopping, Mom, Words, Kisses.

Tsk tsk tsk...I start out trying to buy a birthday gift for a friend, and end up eyeballing stuff for me on J-list. Honestly, shame on them for having all that shiny shiny stuff. DON'T THEY REALIZE I AM TRYING TO SAVE A RIDICULOUS AMOUNT OF MONEY IN A SHORT PERIOD OF TIME?!

I'm spending the entire day with my well meaning but extremely...Scorpio...mother. Bless her heart. We'll be having lunch, and then shopping for a table and chair set for the breakfast room in the new place. She was very very determined to take up the whole of my one day off until next Friday. (Not that I had anything I wanted to do or anything <_<;; ) 

The June weather is quite saucy here, full of breezes that flirt, caressing the skin with warmth and leaving only the scent of overblown flowers behind. I need to go moonbathing soon. There is strength to be found in Bohemian Rhapsody, when you strain to listen to the undertones and harmonies that linger behind the melody most know so well. If you listen to too much French music, English sounds stilted and mumbled while Japanese sounds like nine letters mixed, repeated, and spat from the mouth. 

I am reading "La Batarde" by Violette Leduc. I fear she will have a scarring influence on the way I write, it pains me, but I crave it. My writing needs exfoliating worse than my skin at the moment.

Yup. Still here. How are you? I send you kiss, imagine it as you like.