georgia
she turns quickly and randomly to reach her hand out towards the small ball of plastic. it is black and white with purplish liquid inside. she wispers into the top, round of it with the "8" painted on, "do i need you?" she asks. "without a doubt", the ball replies. she greives for the lack of mysticism that her culture allows. "im sure i probably do", she thinks to herself.
georgia is nice. warm. we drove through a torndado warning on the way down. it was fun and dark and clowdy. im glad to see my grandparents and my father. my dad got me some really awesome christmas presancts. a tripod for my camera and some antique art history books it exquisite print on the pages. im glad my sister is here. i think it will do her some good.
miss andrew alot tho. cant wait to get back to asheville. im going to play guitar for a million hours and then fall asleep in andrews arms.
georgia is nice. warm. we drove through a torndado warning on the way down. it was fun and dark and clowdy. im glad to see my grandparents and my father. my dad got me some really awesome christmas presancts. a tripod for my camera and some antique art history books it exquisite print on the pages. im glad my sister is here. i think it will do her some good.
miss andrew alot tho. cant wait to get back to asheville. im going to play guitar for a million hours and then fall asleep in andrews arms.