Flighty girl.

Dear Fleur.
I feel like being a random flighty little girl today. Sounds like a plan.
Here we go.

I curled my hair this morning. And burned my left ear in the process.
I'm almost done reading Miss Pettigrew Lives For A Day. And I started it this morning. And I'm already in love with it. AND I WANT TO BE WINIFRED WATSON.
My toenails are plum coloured.
We have mango salsa from Costco&Kettle chips. Yum.
My little brother decided that he's "fat."
I want to sew all day.
New story in my head. Outline: Fat girl. Not-fat boy falls in love with her. Chinese take-out. French cuisine. Chocolate cake. Traditional Italian pizza. In the kitchen. Loving yourself. Jogging. Thin girl with a sweet heart. Jealousy. All ends well over pasta.
Cold fingers.
Wanting a little yellow bird.
Madly in love with the idea of street soccer today. But no such luck.
Gavin DeGraw.
& nice lighting.

Taste of what's in my mouth with those chips and salsa:
"Miss Pettigrew didn't like Michael. She wanted Miss LaFosse to get married. Marriage was her best safeguard. But somehow or other it hadn't to be an ordinary marriage. She didn't want an ordinary marriage for Miss LaFosse. She wanted something happy and romantic and brilliant."
-Miss Pettigrew lives For A Day: by Winifred Watson.

Told you I would be random.
Now I'm off to sit on my kitchen floor and indulge in chocolate muffins and 1% milk.
No, I don't think I'm fat. They were out of 2%.

Love from Bella.