I love counting to four

listening: Feist on Sesame Street. brilliant, brilliant, BRILLIANT.

(one, two, three, four chickens just back from the shore...teehee).

and in honour of counting:

jobs applied for: one million.

zits on neck: three. gross. 

zits on face: one million. 

movies seen in last twenty-four hours: one, get smart. awesome possum.

times talked to Sam in Germany in last twenty-four hours: four

times that one of those conversations involved the amount of drinking he is doing in Europe: one million.

skin cells burned off tongue by eating ravioli that was too hot: one million.

amount of times I have cursed youtube for apparently hating my guts: fifteen.

poems I have tried to write: one

times I have looked at this poem and gone 'seriously, Rachel, you call yourself a writer?': one million.

ykylm,

rae