Nov 10, 2008 00:39
Oh, Love-of-my-Life, you don't by any chance feel like camping out in my room for a few days, do you? Or I could camp out in yours. Either way works.
It's just that things go so much better when you're around. That and I really don't feel like scrubbing blood off my walls again.
full moon,
oh cripes!,
that time of the month