Time runs in fits and starts

I find myself with a love interest; I find myself full of anxiety.
Butterflys wield machetes and I find talking difficult.
Instead of shutting up I fill the space with noise. I always hope it distracts from what a small animal I am.
Chemistry is marked by the churning of my stomach.
Crush is a reference to both the gut feeling and the affect even the smallest slight produces. A crushing of the chest that robs breath and cripples the system.
Those in the throws of infatuation don't eat because there isn't room for anything else.

I'm smitten

mmm...cravings

After a long hard weekend of battling the plague I'm hungry.

And what I'm really hungry for is a red velvet cupcake from the cakebox.

Such a lovely little place, I wonder if they're open today.

blogging?

So here I am making the best attempt at blogging I can.
Dabbling in the fine art of online publishing.

As I'm writting this I'm feeling self concious and awkward. I guess that kind of thing is to be expected in a first time out.

Here I offer up the things I like, and the things I make.
Slowly we'll get to know each other and become friends.