This is me almost resisting the urge to blog when I have an essay due Monday morning, a book to finish reading for class also on Monday and a presentation to prepare. Ah, and I work at the group home all weekend.
But, I have a really funny story involving a stranger at a coffee shop telling me why my skin is so pale, and another (amazingly beautiful) stranger at an art opening on Wednesday, holding out his arms toward me, looking me full in the eyes and saying, "I love you. I am ready to receive your love." And how all I could do was blush and frantically look for an escape.
But I've got to get to work, so I'll see you soon, my lovelies.
