snowy monday checkin

listening to:
"nya lagid" by sigur ros

feeling:
dazed, well-fucked, vaguely hungry, tailbone still sore, and tethered by one limb to a distant and sparkly planet.

wanting:
not too much but just a little something more, as the title has already told you.

smelling:
oranges, lavendar, woodsy perfume, testosterone afterburn.

tasting:
coffee cut with soymilk.

thinking:
it may be becoming entirely unwise to spill our mind in this way. oh well.