After two days of radness, fun, lying around, going crazy, hysterical laughter, etc… The anxiety of Christmas begins. I am a woman in demand apparently. And all I want to do is veg the fuck out and stuff my face with tofu burgers.
Things I Would Enjoy At This Moment:
Swinging, just to feel the wind, just to feel like I can fly. The rock in Berowra, so I could see the shooting stars and smile, so I could smell the leaves and the air and the trees again. Rain, so everything feels new again. I just want to lie in the grass and read a good book.
Trying to kick your bedroom door in (because the wind blew it shut and it locked) in your underwear and biggest, stompiest boots. Denting the door and eventually collapsing in the hallway after taking a running leap at the door and bouncing off it funny bone first. Ah well life can’t be peaches and cream all the time.