a new regime, the rise of machines, this is a pixel revolution

Music: Badly Drawn Boy: Silent Sigh
Color scheme: Dark Brooding Red and Empty Black
Mood: content

I feel like slipping into cool crisp cotton sheets on a windy November afternoon with a warm mug of hot cocoa and some caramel popcorn. A red shag rug next to my bed. The soft sunlight washes in through the curtains and turns the black into blue grey. The phone rings and it’s a familiar voice that I haven’t heard in a very long time. We catch up on the last one and a half years while I watch When Harry Met Sally on mute.

It’s good to be in the company of true friends. The kind who don’t judge and are always warm and welcoming. They give you the same feeling as returning to your Elementary School and realizing how small everything is now, seeing where you used to play tag, the swings you fell off, and where you cried when you realized how much it really hurt to lose someone.

I wish life were as simple as that. No reminders floating around in the back of your head about appointments and to do lists while you drive to work late. No deciding which bills to pay on time and which bills to pay late because you’ve gone over budget again this month. No feeling disappointed and alone when that guy you met at Starbucks didn’t call, or the guy from the newspaper stand, or the blind date. No being annoyed when your loser ex calls and asks to see you again…bad sex booty call. No wishing your dad was still around to take you to the circus and wishing you could still talk to your mother.

I’ll stop now

I’m living in a three story house, it’s made of stainless steel and thick glass. On one side of the house is a large whale tank, where Belugas swim and play in our windows. The other side of the house is facing the ocean, the beach, the sun. Inside the house remains cool while the weather outside is warm and summery all year round except for an occasional scary, but fun, storm.

The rooms are different colors. We have a blue bathroom, a white one, a mint green guest room, a red, black and grey living room, the kitchen is silver, and the master bedroom changes from clean linen to a deep, brooding crimson when needed. More rooms will be added later.

Music is always playing. Like the colors, it changes from room to room. The bathrooms play whatever the occupant wishes, the living room plays chill house music low enough to talk over, the kitchen plays upbeat jazz, the guest room plays Enya and Sade, the master bedroom plays whatever fits the mood, automatically. Right now it is playing Fiona Apple’s Paper Bag

I have all the money I need, but not excess. I’m healthy and happy. I enjoy swimming in our pool, designing clothes, having lunch with friends and hosting dinner parties. My man is kind to everyone, passionate, mysteriously handsome, and extremely creative. He understands when I am feeling blue and does not always know the answers to all my questions. We don’t have any children besides our cat (an orange tabby named Milo) and two dogs (a stout little Pug, named Otis, and a Rottweiler, named Simon).

This is my story. Someday, if I am meant to be happy…it will happen.