snowed in

ok not really - the wind is winding, the snow is falling and i'm sitting with a computer in my lap watching, of all things, gwyneth paltrow as 'emma'.

i think that i regret not getting into acting simply because i shall never have the opportunity to be in a grand period piece - the costumes, the settings, the loveliness. oh and the dancing - the choreographed innuendo lost to the indiscretion of modernity. today we either dance in drugged out reveries with only the beat and the lights to embrace us, or we bump and grind in faux intercourse to the pounding vibe.

people talk about the frigidity (or i guess repressed sexuality) of the victorian age, but there's something to be said for human interaction in which every dance, every glance held so much more meaning than "how YOU doin'?". i mean, this is a culture in which you could send a romantic note with a posey. the subtlety is something that would be... refreshing.

ah who am i kidding. i'm such a flirt - i'm all about the sex, the heat, that moment when you connect with someone and you get that flip in the pit of your stomach. mind you, i got no follow through - i just don't land the deal. i can see my future and there are 7 cats in my lap competing for attention with an aged laptop and a cup of herbal tea. mmm herbal tea.