Karma

Sunday Stupid Post.

I've slept very little and uncomfortably, but I was finally held by loving arms - even if it has to be just for one night, it was intense and it was nice. Then, I came home and the universe renewed its immutable laws by showing me the other side of the freaking coin.
And now there's just a few words I need, I really need to say.
Karma Is A Fucking Bitch. 

But.
(There's a but, ladies and gentlemen.)

Today I am happy. Last night I was infused with tenderness and today I woke up with a huge smile on my face, and that's not going anywhere until I say so.
So.
This is me.
On Sunday.
Not giving a fuck about stupid Karma.

Spiderman says so, too.  :)  Have a nice day.

Home Alone

Today.

I've slept strangely, dreamed a lot of different things. But I slept.
I walked the dog late in the morning and  as we got back home she refused to eat, because she's freaking stubborn on Sundays.

I'm still wearing my PJs under some random gym pants and a sweater.
I made an extremely creamy cappuccino - too much milk, which means my stomach will probably revolt against me today.
The mess in the kitchen: liquors, shoes, a camera, dishes. Nice dinner yesterday.

I'm letting myself appreciate the "alone time".
And. It. Feels. Damn. Good. 

Now: movie time. The cleaning up process will begin in a couple hours: I want to wallow in my beautiful sunday mess. Because it's mine. And there's no one around to bother me with duties, manners or other annoying stuff.

And. It. Feels. Damn. Good.
Enjoy your own dirty, filthy, untidy, messy Sunday.