The Boy Likes Gin

Life is just a wonderful wander from phase to phase. I have a feeling that this marvellous phase might be coming to its natural end. But I have no idea where the next phase will be, and that's just wonderful! 

I am not sure if getting older makes rejection easier, or if rejection makes rejection easier. But either way, it is getting easier. The wobble is reducing. Nothing can topple me.  

An old lady I barely knew has died, and I feel so very sad. She was so entirely lovely to me. I must be entirely lovely to others. We're all hidden figures until someone says 'hello'.

New year resolutions. I have a few. And all were rather splendid, if not a touch daft. But I have a feeling that this is the year when it all the loveliness begins. I might be wrong. But I might be right, Darling!

I'm done with 'rational love', 'makes sense love', 'love for now love', 'I think it is love, love'. Nope. I want the 'blast into my world and shake the whole darn place to its foundations love'. I won't compromise. My friend has just found that love, so why can't I? I can. I hope.  If not, I choose 'a table for one' for the rest of my days, and that's fine, Darling! 

Father, where art thou? Not here. Never here. Nope. Thank goodness!

The unforgivable thrill maker.  Wow! But no. WOW. Still no. 

Don't invite me, I don't mind. I'm attending the best show in town. Mine, darling. 

Daily life is a magnificently daft adventure. Humdrum, it is not. 

Not the actual world - just my world. The world of one. I've done a marvellous job.