Does Life Get Any Sweeter?

by theonceglamourouspandora

It’s been nearly a month since my last post and too report of my new life have backed right up, but I felt driven to archive the perfection of this morning while it was fresh.

I woke up this morning to the sound of the pouring rain and the bustle of the already alive Vancouver streets. With my bed right under a big old window, I was all a ball of white sheets and white light, and felt like I was in the place where good Charmin kittens go after they die. Stumbling out of this I ran to my kitchen, put on the kettle, and while the water slowly came to a whistle delighted in going through the teas in my sampler pack and selecting the flavor for the morning. This is when memories of the night before flooded back to me. My beautiful, sexy, intelligent, playful, kick ass new boyfriend and I sometimes indulge in a cinnamon bun after dinner. Earlier that day while he waited outside I’d ran into a coffee shop to get one and when they were fresh out bought a big luscious black piece of chocolate cake instead, and didn’t tell him. We were feeling fat and sassy after eating and Jens was in that usual spot in the middle of the carpet vegging out, and instead of a cinnamon roll I immerged from the kitchen with this gorgeous fucking piece of chocolate cake and a mountain of chocolate ice cream (which he keeps my freezer stocked in, god I love this man). I spooned it to Jens and myself, and got a little cheecky and smeared ice cream all over him and a little up his nose. Remembering all this I promptly send him a dirty text message.

Tea steaping, I stepped back into the living room and noticed the heater cord between my feet. I’d lived in a tp floor room in an old character house for years and always been refused a heater because old the electric bill. So while my brother played one of the eleven video game platforms plugged into the cube tap I slept in the frigid cold of winter. The first thing I did when I moved out was go down to the Sally Anne and buy this heinous old retro heater for a toonie, and I love love love it. I plug it in and the room fills with glorious heat.

So here I sit, in the morning light, sipping tea in front of my heater, blogging to the sound of the cars in the rain, and sending the occasional filthy text message to my boyfriend. I have a day off but I’m heading up to the school to have a project put into the student gallery and then go to the Thursday free yoga!

But right now I’m thinking of taking a nice hot bath with a Corona.

I realize I’m failing as a blog writer through this post; who the hell wants to hear about how happy and fulfilled I am? People want to read about people’s disasters and public mortifications and who they boinked and what they do in secret in the bathroom.

None the less,I really just have to ask…

Does life get any sweeter than this??