your soul's a bowl of jokes

at one in the morning, with the drone of a police helicopter echoing through my open window and a ladybird rattling against my lampshade, i was still wide awake, staring blankly at the purple mountain range of my duvet against the white wall

instead of sleeping, i read a book

ate some toast

drank a beer

and finally drifted away for an hour or so before waking to a cold, wintry morning

not quite rimy, but certainly cooler than august should be

i found a message this morning on myspace

(not quite as smile-inducing as one a couple of weeks ago, which said simply, 'you look like you appreciate nice lingerie - how about we go shopping for some then you can come back to mine to try it on?')

and i quote - 'hey babe u look like my tipe'

but my type, sadly for him, is definitely dark

with kind, sparkling eyes

something i realised through the wine of saturday evening

(because of the wine?)

i'm starting to consider going to church to try it out

i don't think i can believe, but i think i might like the company of it...