Vortexia's Secret

so i'm not going to discuss the news. everybody knows it anyway. i backed a man, and he didn't win. sadly, we'll have to suffer the consequences of being duped by a dunce for another 4 years. it scares me what could happen. people say that the next 4 years should at least go by quickly because the last 4 did. or tell me it's just 4 years, it's not a big deal. but think about the destruction that can be caused in just a second.

so separating myself from those worries, i need to refocus on the good things in life. i can't control the presidency, and obviously my telepathic skills are seriously lacking, so i need to take one day at a time and pray that nobody decides to squash us for being bullies over the next 4 years. heck, the way this is going, it could be from within the country or without. so no more of this for today. there's no point in obsessing.

on the pro side of my life, i have big hopes for mayhem and me. after i told him that i bought cinnamon rolls because we always made them and had breakfast in bed when he spent the night at the old apartment, and it made me sad week after week after week because i see them everytime i open the fridge. he thought it was cute that i bought them, and i think he realized that i hated how little time we've gotten to spend together of the past several months. he has gotten to stay here once this entire time. i hate it. so i'm hoping he might arrange something for this weekend. and i have a fireplace. at first i wanted to make use of it and mayhem said there really wasn't much point. but then the romance gods gave him a gentle pop on the head and made him realize the romantic opportunities that awaited if we used it. so if he becomes a master of romance (which would be a very happy and exciting first), then he would come over this weekend with a couple logs and a knowledge of how to use a strictly woodburning fireplace, set up a blanket with a little picnicky dinner to eat while we cuddle by the fireplace and then make out by the fireplace, spend the night here, and then wake up and make the cinnamon rolls and wake me up with them in the morning as we eat the gooey squishy sweet goodness in the morning with a glass of cold milk and laugh and cuddle. man how i miss those mornings! and that was probably the world's longest sentence. but i would love to spend my weekend like that. really, i would love to spend the rest of my life like that. i know that when we live together every single day we won't be eating cinnamon rolls every morning until the day we die... but there is certainly nothing that says we can't make them at least once a month and really even each weekend. life is what you make of it. i think that's something i need to remember more. ok, i'm going to sweet talk my boy and see if i can't plant the idea in his head. big warm hugs to everyone!