My dreams are vivid.

And I love Quentin Tarantino.

If I could have my own harem of men – you’d see some interesting faces. ME-OW!

Last night whilst snuggling under covers – eyes closed, I dreamt of tea services. Not the art of taking tea, the articles you use to serve the tea. The museum in question was entirely created in dedication to the presentation of tea. Tea pots, saucers, cozies, sugar bowls, those awesome tins that tea used to come in a million years ago. Just as a insignificant side not here – I don’t like tea. There is only one type of tea I like, I found it while touring Germany… it was the most expensive tea I’ve ever seen and it was very fruity. Those who have Lupus aren’t suppose to drink tea anyway. I was taking a guided view of the place – lots of big tables with tea sets all over – the tin cans were prominently displayed in bookshelves that were recessed into the walls. All in all, the place was magnificent. I ADORE tea sets. If only I drunk the stuff. I can drink my coffee in tea set right? I could, but I’d feel dirty!!! I used to crochet tea cozies. My miniature doll house may have had not much furniture but it had tea cozies! (Which also substituted for rugs and throws. I also used those little wallpaper samples as book covers and I used to bind tiny-tiny little books, my little people had ever volume ever made.) I have one miniature tea set. It has faeries on it… of course... teeny tea cups. Isn’t that what life is about – tiny tea services. Small portions : Don’t be a glutton. Petite patterns : Appreciate the little things in life. There are always two cups : Share what you have. Usually the smaller size makes them more fragile : Everything is more fragile than you think, so be careful… with everything. And COME ON those cute little napkins and spoons and forks and imagination! Have fun! Sugar Bowls! Life is sweet! You know what I’m getting at!

I also need a new journal. That last one is kinda done… not all the pages are filled but it’s dead and gone – bury it – continue living… poor thing…

I’m going to sing and dance crazily ‘round my house…..