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I had a picnic with my parents in the park today. They put white wine in a green tea bottle, I drank it and watched people go by, just when I thought it couldn't get anymore delightful, an awesome cello player positioned himself 25 feet away from my shady spot under a pine tree. Finally, I started reading Ann Lammonts sequel to Traveling mercies, "Plan B: More thought's on Faith". I'm not much of a book reader, but she is one author that has totally drawn me into the pleasure of reading.
So far, it's a good Sunday, and my plan on making the weekend go by as slow as possible is working...
p.s.-The gay guy who cut my hair yesterday was fuckin sexy....can I say that?
So far, it's a good Sunday, and my plan on making the weekend go by as slow as possible is working...
p.s.-The gay guy who cut my hair yesterday was fuckin sexy....can I say that?