A fire and friends. What more could a girl ask for?
Many miles wandering from room to room...
Many trees slain just to write it to you...
I savor the smell of smoke in my hair. Not the stale reek of cigarette smoke, but the outdoorsy aroma of combustible treemeat.
Louis Pasteur was indeed from France. But I doubt he ever met Marie Antoinette. "They could have had milk with their cake," says Nicole.
What's the story, Clancy? If my dog could read a book, he would read "Timequake" by Kurt Vonnegut, and we could discuss it over hot chocolate and scones. I'm sure he'd like scones. He sure likes biscuits. He'd probably like Seabiscuit too if he could get over his fear of hooves. Clop Clop Clop. Which reminds me of the guy who eats Shetland ponies.
clop clop clop. I want to go shopping. Shop shop shop. Payday's on Thursday and all I have to show for it is a pair of red pants. They're very red though. Still. Shop shop... show tonight. It's going to be fun. I'm going to dance dance dance and sing along. And probably get teary-eyed during "Breathe Out" like I did last time but nobody saw and that's okay.
I need a job. Wait. No, no, no. I need... a nap.
Many trees slain just to write it to you...
I savor the smell of smoke in my hair. Not the stale reek of cigarette smoke, but the outdoorsy aroma of combustible treemeat.
Louis Pasteur was indeed from France. But I doubt he ever met Marie Antoinette. "They could have had milk with their cake," says Nicole.
What's the story, Clancy? If my dog could read a book, he would read "Timequake" by Kurt Vonnegut, and we could discuss it over hot chocolate and scones. I'm sure he'd like scones. He sure likes biscuits. He'd probably like Seabiscuit too if he could get over his fear of hooves. Clop Clop Clop. Which reminds me of the guy who eats Shetland ponies.
clop clop clop. I want to go shopping. Shop shop shop. Payday's on Thursday and all I have to show for it is a pair of red pants. They're very red though. Still. Shop shop... show tonight. It's going to be fun. I'm going to dance dance dance and sing along. And probably get teary-eyed during "Breathe Out" like I did last time but nobody saw and that's okay.
I need a job. Wait. No, no, no. I need... a nap.