Hawks, God.
After a crushing defeat, I found myself at Mad Pub for peanuts and ginger ale, a likely combination for this Seattle haunt. The pink collared boy, complete with tight waist band, exposing briefs, decided a dance and a slip later thought again, his jig a failure.
I'm sad that some of my friends are hurting. I don't want there to be hurt out there, and yet I feel we're full of it. It's how we mush it up and recycle it that counts.
All I really want to do is plunk down with Shaun Alexander and make out. And read Wicked. And move somewhere the sun always shines.
Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy...
I'm sad that some of my friends are hurting. I don't want there to be hurt out there, and yet I feel we're full of it. It's how we mush it up and recycle it that counts.
All I really want to do is plunk down with Shaun Alexander and make out. And read Wicked. And move somewhere the sun always shines.
Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy...