damn it tastes good. full stop.

this week was volunteering to do my most beloved - direct client services, and super confidential projects and seeing some old favorites at the circus that is superior court and making new ones because good people are everywhere and it's just a matter of finding them
and it's friday

and as if the day couldn't get any better, my roommates are leaving for the whole weekend - already gone
that was a great surprise
roasting broccoli and kale and making a pizza and knowing that in twenty minutes they'd be gone baby gone
love them but goddamn i get time alone to deep clean EVERYTHING and be as loud as i want and sleep with all the windows and doors open and play all of my favorite songs

the plans are set and the fridge is stocked and everything smells like lemons, clean,

tomorrow is for waking up early, dance party, running or zumbaing or doing whatever the fuck in an empty apartment, sailing down the streets, picking up the bestie, shopping til we drop, coming home to a man on my doorstep and to my favorite sushi place and the southern wild and spooning all goddamn night

turns out i am someone who can fall asleep actually in someone's arms, it just has to be the right someone

mussels on monday and all the billable hours and i'm not even the slightest bit mad to work through the holiday

to quote feist, "i feel it all, i feel it all."


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