Morning

 

 

Beyond a hand
held beyond itself
the mist is too thick to see.

Dear Santa,

Dear Santa,

 

I’m writing you this letter

So you can plainly see

That, though I’m on your naughty list

There is some back story.

 

See, Springtime rolled around this year

And I realised that my

Quota for good deeds and such

Wasn’t very high.

 

So I sat down and thought really hard

(I think some brain cells died)

And I came up with this brilliant plan

Of being a girl guide!

One Night Alone

I have been beyond busy lately! It’s been nothing but concerts, after parties, and more partying. I tried to sneak in a little shopping when I’ve had time too. This has had me on the go nonstop, so much that I have barely seen my own home for the past few weeks. My girlfriends insisted it was time for a night on the town since we had lots of catching up to do but I declined. I intended to spend my Saturday evening at home and I wanted nothing more than to get out of the cold and into something more comfortable. So you can best believe I was over joyed when I realized I’d have time to go home for a few days. I dropped my bags and kicked off my heels as soon as I walked in and made a mad dash to my bedroom to get out of the cold.

Perfect.

Roxi stood in the shadows of the back of the club.  She couldn’t decide which was a worse assault on her ears – the 3 piece “punk” band on stage, or the guy she’d met as she walked in the club for her gig earlier.  He just would not just up.  She could barely hear herself think over his rambling ‘Hey sweetheart’ or ‘How ya’ doin over there?’s.  They rolled off his lips so easily, much like her eyes when he’d ramble.  For her own amusement, she played into it.  Feigning interest, she’d smile, ‘mhm’, or absently lick her lip and wink at him.  Oops.  “God, this is too damn easy,” she mused.

More after the jump…