sticky sweet santa

All Ive been eating is breakfast--I painted the window at the cafe today, and was sent home with paperbags full of fancy croissants, my dinner a ham and camembert croquette w a cup of coffee. Many, many cups of coffee, all fixed like cake, creamy n sweet. It must be the season. I painted a winterbound forest with leaves of gold and irridescent ice crystals branching.....well, I'll send u a picture I guess. People really like it...and kids like it and I'm meeting lots of parents and artists and crazy parkie characters, of which I get to be one, it seems. The barrister is a girl a voice as sweet as the piercing bleat of a toothache: past the pleasure of cadbury fruit and nut at night for an entire summer, to the pain of the edge of one single grain of sugar. She is quite lovely and was one of the first to buy a print from me, she bought one I liked best. I'm glad, today she shared her pho with me and made it soooooo delicously, with leaves of basil and cilantro and a squeezed lime wedge. mmmmmfood. The cafe carries sacriligiously fat slices of lasagna, and lemon meriengue pie. Delicious, amazing....I keep expecting this to be about sex but all I can think about is food. Breakfast food.

Yes, I will not be embarassed to admit I ate lasagna for breakfast for an entire season in my 19th year...!