Well, well.

It's time for a more proper update of sorts.
I wonder -- though it changes little my actions -- if anyone other than myself reads this.
No matter.

I've been introduced to some great new music lately. It's just what I need, because even set to shuffle, my iPod plays nothing but songs drenched in old memories. Long gone memories, hackneyed memories, ones I've pushed to the back of my mind in order to avoid.
It's been getting easier, really. It's not often I let my mind wander back to those days of old, and less and less often do I yearn for them. I feel relieved and free. Most of the time...
Now I have many new songs glazed liberally with sugary new memories. I've taken to a few meaningful, well-done tracks in addition to my usual helping of silly rap phenomenons. Lil Ru's "Nasty Song" and Soulja Boy's "Kiss Me Through the Phone" are quite the guilty pleasure, though.

I learned today how one's leg would get stanky, thus enabling one to perform the stanky legg. Lolz were had indeed.

This weekend was quite wonderful, though admittedly tiring. Friday afternoon I took D. and A. to Morrisville with me for the NC Fashion Week audition. They both did quite well and made me proud. I have my hopes up that we will all do the show together. The audition ran late, but I still rushed home, changed into higher heels and a matching top, and drove downtown. I moseyed into the club and was met with warm air, warm bodies, warm clove cigarettes and a warm, warm hug.
Friday night was severely quality. 'Nuff said? ;]
I remember precisely how I was woken up on Saturday 'morning' (we weren't about to get out of bed before noon, haha). It was a simply wonderful way to wake up.
The better part of the day was spent lying quietly in bed, good company, good music, hot sunshine streaming in. One hand on the keyboard, one hand on his; resting, smiling, dozing, giggling. Relaxing.

It's late yet.
I've forgotten how much I do love William Fitzsimmons. Memories be damned..!
I have a warm mug of tea waiting for me and perhaps a marzipan sweet if I'm lucky.
Only time will tell.

With love and light,
S-