Sugar and Spikes
I give my journal entries titles that I think up off the top of my head before I type. This is why they don't relate too much to the subject matter, and why it's almost fucking impossible to find something in my journal archive based on the title. My writing teachers would be so disappointed in the sloppy habits I have developed. They always taught me to write first, then title with something appropriate. They also thought I would be writer today. The hits keep coming.
It is Friday, and that is a good thing. I have school work to do all weekend, but it's nothing that will kill me. I hope. I don't remember, honestly what I supposed to be freaking out about at the moment. I feel pretty mellow. Actually, I feel as though I could stick out my tongue and catch little drops of bliss and sunshine falling from the sky. It's a nice day.
I commented today about the warm-sweet smell of honey. I put a few drops of honey in my apple green tea, and the spoon came out smelling so good that I had to share. My dear friend, however, disagreed. He doesn't like the smell of honey, he tells me. Bah! I could bathe in it.
Well, except for the ant problem.
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