swept any soliciting children back to their homes, we macerated our intellects
with Resident Evil and stuffed our gullets with unsightly profiteroles laden
with home made ganache and passionfruit cream. I am lactose intolerant and not too
good with grain starch either but life is a mystery to be lived, not a problem to be solved.
These are the ghosts of profiteroles past now.
Halloween is our anniversary. 26 fucking years in close proximity is a long time not be
stabbing each other with whatever comes to hand. I have learned a few important
things about relationships: there are no soul mates, just the people you choose to
be with. Good will is everything. Apathy will sour empathy. No one really emphasises
boring shit like this, but they are the pillars of enduring regard.
Just thought I should pass that on.
Have a good time tonight or whenever you're celebrating. It's the start of summer for us
so there are no fucking pumpkins. Only flowers.