18 April, 2004

Good Day, Sunshine

...there is no spoon.

No, I can't talk. I'm busy putting on my bikini. The winter was far too long and dreary, mostly devoid of moments of poetry. Though I've done nothing to EARN this gorgeous day, I certainly DESERVE it.

Call me irresponsible, call me hedonistic, I'll cop to all of it.

In the meantime, pass the cocoa butter.

And, for the curious, when I'm in my swimsuit, I wear NO UNDERWEAR AT ALL.

I know, isn't it shocking?

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