Tickle me pink I'm rosy as a red appleskin except I've never been quite as sweet.

1 slice toast with marmite-100
a smoothie-200

bens praline cookie-400

chocolate-250
curry and rice-400

chocolates-200
cake-240

gah. 2000. I suppose I stood all day. Curry might be 300 instead of 400. But even so. I need not to be eating this much. Tomorrow I will bike to town, buy christmas presents, eat well. Yes.

Pray for the people inside your head for they won't be there when you're dead.

I think I am narcissistic lately, and I can feel people becoming bored of me. I need to focus more on others, not just in the whiny adoring way I do. Which I am about to do.

Three people.

I am hoping Lenny Stalker will be the person that ends up doing the shelter with me. I don't know if she'll find anyone. I think she's lovely. I wonder how it will be. I do like her a lot.

Then there's you darling. Sweet and awkward in it. Terrible at art, brilliant at working, not knowing quite how good you look. What there is in the narrowness of your nose and the evenness of your wide smile. Your earnest eyes. They crinkle lovely. You just need someone who knows what you want and how to give it to you. I don't think I am that person.