klonopin, vicodin, the best port wine i've ever had in my life, the smallest, most expensive chocolates, teenage prayers on repeat, cats on my lap. why can't everything be this nice all the time?
maybe later i'll go walking and look for a park to read in. or sleep in.
i should sew, but i'm too relaxed.
i secretly wish i could sing with the teenage prayers. they're so good, and my voice would fit perfectly. i think they're one of my favorite bands of all time. up there with queen and belle&sebastian and liz phair.
in case you were curious:
http://www.myspace.com/theteenageprayers also: i quit suicidegirls. my account runs out November 3rd.