it's an updating epidemic

but.
i was playing with white tulle and it made me feel so very third night, i just had to share. i should be running around in a little black dress and sweatpants with slippers wet from the early morning dew, dead tired, slightly delirious. i should be trying to pin christmas lights to curtains while the scents of irons and hot glue mingle with the sounds of the inevitable putting-cake-on-plates altercation. someone should be sleeping in one corner while someone else bitches on the far side of the room, almost under their breath. it should be cold outside. people should be singing. ah, misty azure blue memories...