tick tock tick tock hook's afraid of an old dead croc.

Jun 10, 2007 22:17

So I was just talking to Loren about how much I like going back to nevernever land every once and a while to prove that I'm still one of the lost boys.

Aside from the root canal that's coming on Tuesday, things are going excrutiatingly well lately. That's horrible for me. I like complaining about everything from the number of salt crystals on my pretzels to the fact that my current lover has been allowing me too many sexual liberties.

When's the other shoe going to drop and is it going to have laces or be a sweet slip-on? I like velcro too.

I mowed my parents' lawn barefoot today and my feet look like the Jolly Green Giant bled all over them. I cut him because he kept going "ho, ho, ho" as he watched me struggle with increased weights at the gym.

These are my last three weeks commuting to Providence every day. I almost think I'm going to miss the Jarrod-time...ha. No.

Correia and I sat in his backyard all afternoon drinking beer, talking politics, and playing catch.

CHICAGO, MARY. CHICAGO.
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