...gifted coffee and moustafa...

The pink lady made me a magic love-nest in a box, to work romantic mojo. A poem, some honey, two little birds and all the hope in the world. Something tells me nudging little changes in the cosmos may not be in my karmic best interests... but then I think, karma owes me one. Hell, she owes me several.

For of those of you paying attention, this does not, in fact, constitute "going for it". I am hereby making this the universe's call.

Also, Someone took the Hint: visitor in Javaville, surprise hug from behind. Also, my email isn't working, so everyone forgive me. Especially Saba because I promised you an address tonight and I can neither find nor send it. But I heart you and your British self. Have a scone, and think of me.