Nevergirl's

Today, I bounced out of bed and made a huge effort to be happy. I made two cups of piping hot coffee (black for me, with cream for him) and sat in the stoop with the husband while we sipped it in silence.

And, then, I purged the last of the circles running in my mind.

I don’t eat fish, at least not enough. This is odd because I like fish, and have always planned on subsisting on fish in the biblical sense. Fish and loaves, ye friends. Fish and loaves. I think I’d like a Sony Vaio more than a Mac. They’ve less power but they’re also more girly (Iris will kill me!). I have a wind-up clock by my bedside table. When it rings — and it hasn’t done that in quite a while — it can wake anyone within a two-barangay radius. I haven’t been to the beach enough this year. I’m not as ordinary as I think I am. I shouldn’t have sprung for teeth whitening after my braces came off. Not when I drink a lot of tea and coffee every day, and water very rarely. It’s okay to whistle even though mine sounds like I’m wheezing from an asthma attack. I don’t have to have perfect hair — and I don’t. I never d. Sometimes, I wish I’m perfect. Then, I don’t wish to be perfect because no one is perfect, but coffee is.

Oh, and I hope you all have a PERFECT Friday!