"But then they buried her alive, one evening, 1945."
'Evenin', possible readers, or to the least, myself, because I greet myself politely.
Olivia slept some amount of time last night, she let me know, about an hour or two.
She called me very early, at perhaps 6 this morning. I was sleeping. She told me she was watching the sunrise at south beach, and would be coming over.
I let her in when she arrived, about half an hour later.
We slept until around 5 this afternoon/day.
I like hearing her tapping on my bedroom window.
I had a dream that she was crying and screaming for my help, and that I had to wake up to save her, but I couldn't, and when I did wake up I rolled over and was like, "What?" and she replied, "What?" and we fell back asleep.
Upon asking her if there was anything particular that she'd like me to mention in this entry, she responded with "naw", so I will continue with my bland style of informative recollections of events.
And, um. Seagull. :D
She told me she likes her entries better.
I imagine you all do, as well.
It's more fitting to her personality, which is generally more likeable, I think.
I am fittingly dry and tiring.
(I think, on the matter.)
Erhm. We sat around for a while. She wanted to sleep some more. I wanted to garden. I left her to sleep, while I relocated the plants her and I set to grow some day of this summer, a month ago, or so.
When I came back, she was on the computer, and she admitted what I've been telling her, "I"m addicted to the internet."
Ah. Then we went driving, because I need more hours before I take segment 2 in a couple weeks. We drove out to sunset point, though we missed the sun's setting by a bit. I think we're going to go again tomorrow to try.
I drove us to get ice cream. There was a very a loud girl with a very noticeable Spanish-American accent.
We listened to a CD of Neutral Milk Hotel when we drove.
Came back here... layed around in my bed. Then, drove her home.
She's staying with her father tonight.
Oh.
She left, too. Before we went driving, to eat dinner with her father. Potatoes, and cow, and microwave broccoli. And I wrote a song. I had forgotten until the mention of her father.
He claimed that her and I are mentally handicapped, though Olivia wouldn't tell me why. I'm guessing it was a reference to our ridiculous sleeping pattern(s).
I've been waiting for a picture to load, so I could put it in here. It's a pretty picture that Olivia took yesterday.
There.
Olivia slept some amount of time last night, she let me know, about an hour or two.
She called me very early, at perhaps 6 this morning. I was sleeping. She told me she was watching the sunrise at south beach, and would be coming over.
I let her in when she arrived, about half an hour later.
We slept until around 5 this afternoon/day.
I like hearing her tapping on my bedroom window.
I had a dream that she was crying and screaming for my help, and that I had to wake up to save her, but I couldn't, and when I did wake up I rolled over and was like, "What?" and she replied, "What?" and we fell back asleep.
Upon asking her if there was anything particular that she'd like me to mention in this entry, she responded with "naw", so I will continue with my bland style of informative recollections of events.
And, um. Seagull. :D
She told me she likes her entries better.
I imagine you all do, as well.
It's more fitting to her personality, which is generally more likeable, I think.
I am fittingly dry and tiring.
(I think, on the matter.)
Erhm. We sat around for a while. She wanted to sleep some more. I wanted to garden. I left her to sleep, while I relocated the plants her and I set to grow some day of this summer, a month ago, or so.
When I came back, she was on the computer, and she admitted what I've been telling her, "I"m addicted to the internet."
Ah. Then we went driving, because I need more hours before I take segment 2 in a couple weeks. We drove out to sunset point, though we missed the sun's setting by a bit. I think we're going to go again tomorrow to try.
I drove us to get ice cream. There was a very a loud girl with a very noticeable Spanish-American accent.
We listened to a CD of Neutral Milk Hotel when we drove.
Came back here... layed around in my bed. Then, drove her home.
She's staying with her father tonight.
Oh.
She left, too. Before we went driving, to eat dinner with her father. Potatoes, and cow, and microwave broccoli. And I wrote a song. I had forgotten until the mention of her father.
He claimed that her and I are mentally handicapped, though Olivia wouldn't tell me why. I'm guessing it was a reference to our ridiculous sleeping pattern(s).
I've been waiting for a picture to load, so I could put it in here. It's a pretty picture that Olivia took yesterday.
There.