life, as a piece of thread, was at one time or another wrapped around my finger. carefully, i give a little away to see what would bite, and depending on the season, i may or may not be successful in the catch. lately, the biting has been good. i know what i want and i'm slowly, and sorely, developing physique.

i think i'm becoming more womanly - both in my walk and in my talk. i've been trying to enjoy it. the pains are watching people come and go and going back to the book to find i made a mistake in the math. but for some odd, odd reason, i feel like i'll always experience a pain while configuring. i can't even make a quick decision when it comes to opening or closing a window. am i hot or am i cold? how badly do i wish that i was either so hot my flame reached decisions for me, or so cold that my frozen-self could make a numb distinction.

my hair is curled and believe it or not, there is dirt kissing the tips of my fingers. a mix can't be all that bad?