and the piano's this melancholy soundtrack to her smile

i had one of those days. one of those days where everything feels alright. even the sad stuff, because there's always sad stuff, feels ok by you, because you're just really glad that you're alive. and even though life blows sometimes. because it does. blow. sometimes. you'll take the bad with the good, because you wouldn't know the good if you didn't know the bad.

i went to breakfast with the g's. the cousin. and the brother. we saw a movie. in a real cotton pickin' (is that saying offensive?) movie theatre with seats that reclined. and i laughed until i cried. being on your own makes you grateful. let me rephrase that. being on your own AND poor makes you grateful. the movies are a real treat you know? the movies were always a treat for me i guess. the whole cinematic experience is one of my favourite things on earth. it's like the opposite of static cling. or marzipan.

after a nap and a cup of coffee i did my dishes. i love when all the dishes in the house are clean. it feels so good to need a spoon and reach in a drawer full of them. i waited until it was dark to go into town, because driving at night. alone. is also the opposite of marzipan. i got a few things i needed, but didn't spend much, because i've become this terribly saavy person, but it's sunday, and it's cold, and it feels like movie season, so i wanted to treat myself to two things and so begins the story of why i'm sitting on my couch smiling...

after flirting with the cutest boy i've ever seen behind a blockbuster counter this side of...anywhere and opening up an account there. i found myself in front of pack n' save petting a dog. i told him he couldn't come in, but i hoped whoever he was waiting for would come out soon. i've been craving two things all week. wine. and a big burger with everything you could think to put on it, on it. i've drastically changed the way i eat and both of these things fall under the "rare treats" category. i don't know how i ended up in the wine isle. fate perhaps? but i found myself standing there with one question running through my head. "what's worse for your arteries? RED meat? or RED wine?" i decided on the former and quickly snatched up a bottle of some australian cabernet. i am enjoying my time alone so much. i got some sense kissed into to me recently (also a rare treat. hahaha. nothing serious though, i assure you fine readers.) and being single, you guessed it, is also the opposite of marzipan. this may change. but for now i feel like i'm developing some real gumption and enjoying myself while i'm at it. at that i'm off to my movie and my wine.

i sure as sunlight don't want a boyfriend right now, but i wouldn't be terribly offended if the boy at blockbuster was smart enough to take down my number while opening that account of mine...he seemed clever enough.