I was asked.

For a blue one that is generous with his words.

1. Currently sitting in at work my belly growls for a home cooked meal from next door. From time to time the blending of ingredients floods into this space causing me to only smell spice. Makes me long for the green eyed boy that does the cooking… I could put his symmetrically square jaw line in a good and warm place.
2. There was a person that I chucked to the wind last year about this time. These days I’ve been missing his friendship and belly aches from laughter. From time to time I think of giving him a ring, but I fear that history always repeats itself.
3. For years, I believed that Anthony Hopkins was my father. In the last few months I have changed that belief. Samuel L. Jackson is now my father.
4. My hips have started to spread again. The last time was at 18. Currently, I’m excited about such news. My waist line has gotten deeper and when I walk I feel my hip bones rubbing against denim and I’ve never felt so lovely.
5. Scientifically, it would makes sense that emotion effects scent. That being said, I’m not sure which combination of emotions have changed, but this week alone I’ve been told by four different people that I smell great. -Perplexed I thought about what has changed. Nothing. I’m using the same shampoos, face creams, lotions, body wash. Whatever has happened to inspire this scent change, can most definitely stay. Perhaps it’s the hips.
6. Sunday afternoon and early evening I made a blathering fool of myself. I started drinking martinis around 11 that morning because I was upset. On the upside, at least I wasn’t drinking whiskey while I was upset because real craziness would have ensued. I.E., fountain swimming, bar stool breakage, bloody noses, stolen pets, pretty patterns of socks in the front lawn.
7. I’m turning into an American, and I’m not sure how to feel about this. This year, I carved my first pumpkin and decorated my first Christmas tree (at work). What’s going to happen next? I’ll start wearing overalls and grow a mullet?
8. I love Elton John. Always have, as long as I can remember. Years ago when I was in a few bands, I often covered his songs. That man, he can rock out with his cock out forever. (Plus he’s almost as fun to salsa to as Mika is. (Thankfully the UPS man never caught the Elton version.)

Follow suit if you wish, but really, I’m indifferent about what you do. I’m sure I’ll read whatever is written.