....is a yeasty irish cake that we eat
around halloween. I'm a yeasty irish gal
..yeasty meaning: youthful; exuberant; ebullient.


gospel sundays take me away

and belly says to brain, hey i'm too big, and legs tell it they are too tired and can't run anymore, and hey, they can't really run anyway... and bum, oh bum, he's a little depressed that there is enough on one side for two of him, and wait, why is bum male? bum should soo be a girl... all insecure and image conscious, but no, bum is a boy. a boy bum. and at the end of it all brain doesn't listen and mouth ends up working overtime when everything else is on lazytime.

i'm having body issues today. feeling too fat. feeling like too many people are staring at me. and they ARE. but maybe because i'm me and i'm in korea and well people stare no matter how big your buddah belly is.

what a weekend!! seeing faces that had disappeared for months and squealing with delight (and you know my squeal...and my drunk squeal). i'm really into drunk texting these days. not a good idea when you like a boy and really want him to know so you try to convey this information while drunk though the cell phone. oh dear. it has finally stopped raining and the mountains that i can see from my window are looking lush and green and i'm remembering the green lushness of the summer in the countryside and i'm getting excited again and again.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

You and your butt are perfect!