thoughts and romance and fuzzy pink

holy cannoli i am tired
we spent the whole weekend scrubbing down the old dirty gross house. and criminy, monk is a man on a mission with a sponge in his hand. it was impressive
but now i'm sore and i still haven't gotten into the groove of sleeping in my new bedroom, i am always mildly conscious instead of deep in slumber land. so yea, that thing i said before about being tired. it still stands two paragraphs later.
i was reading about relationships today and i find the phases of love (if you can call it that. phases i mean. not love. love is love) (is love) (ha ha) and the ways people make it work ..longevity. especially idealists/romantics who want to believe in the love being enough (i'm often one of those people) .. how people fight and make up and communicate and get realistic and still dreamy and state their needs (by needs i don't mean genital needs) and move apart and together and stay autonomous and yet a unit, etc.
i find all of this interesting.
and i like to see couples together. i like to see how they unconsciously are together. physically, mentally. i like to see how they are *consciously* together. i like to see people who know each other so well, that it's like watching something private even if htey're just sitting next to each other on the bus
do you know what i mean?
anyway. yea those are the thoughts for the day
and i bought a very pretty outfit today, for a wedding i'm going to
and there's a surprising amount of pink in this outfit. for me. i own no pink!
except my fuzzy pink house slippers, of course.

xo

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