What we wish for

Milka. Why can you not see that I love you the way you are?
It makes no difference to me whether your hair is straight or curly...

I'm eating polish fudge at the moment. It really is quite delicious. I hobbled out of the loo in the direction of the kitchen, hoping to find some food - all I could find was the fudge. There isn't really any flow of talk at the moment. Usually when I write essays to you I can just babble for years but something is amiss here. Maybe I realise that I should be REVISING and am feeling guilty for typing this "blog" instead. I use the speech marks because this is more of an email than a blog. what bloggifies it is the fact that i'm posting it for the world to see.

Hmm...