Lime green penis.
Current Mood:
tired
It's two thirty in the f**king morning! It's too damn hot and I can't sleep!
I am in the living room, surrounded by giant paper balls and watching some drivel on TV. The paper sculpture is growing. Cait often looks at me like I'm doomed, and ignores my occasional giggling fits. Today's was caused by me dreaming up a lime green liquor cabinet shaped like a penis. I sat on the sofa and snickered like a 5 year old until the thought of it stopped seeming hilarious.
I think it would sell! Some idiot would buy one if I made it, surely!.
Cait thinks I'm doomed. And that I am obsessed with cock.
She may be right. (about being doomed, not about cock - I just think they are funny. If I had one I would point and laugh at it regularly).
How come she can sleep in this heat and I can't? Being from California must help a lot, but still!
I guess sleep might have a better chance of happening if I actually lay down and shut my eyes.
I want air conditioning.