Moody Meow

Liberal, lunatic lassie, with mood swings and foot-in-mouth syndrome

Dancing in the Kitchen

Posted on | January 22, 2005 | No Comments

I’m cooking, listening to “The Last High” by the Dandy Warhols….and dancing.

It’s moments like this, warmed by the scent of my cooking and smiling at the sounds of little puppy feet pounding around the house, that make me understand the meaning of life comes out of simple joy and careful observation. It’s just not that hard to make it to the next moment when the appreciation for every second fills you.

For dinner: Penne pasta with vodka cream sauce
For dessert: my huzzie

School is turning out to be fun. I think I am going to like my classes, and I think it was wise that I killed myself with the intensive course. I have a shitload of reading to do. And I don’t have to subject myself to another Saturday class…. just have to turn in the non-paper (it’s a 4-5 page section of the body without an intro or conclusion….fucking wacky). Classes are good. Work is fine. Home is great.

Interesting observations and clever quips rest on my fingers, just waiting to share themselves, but I think this moment, shrouded by spice-laden steam, I shall savor alone…..

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