Calacas!

Oct 16, 2005 22:58

CSI turns into lonely nights in the kitchen staring at the yellow pages under P for plummer... grumble grumble grumble.
vegan shoes lead me to moist drunken events and even though it is raining and overcast outside my life is surprisingly CLEAR.
I dream of breaking small eggs with mustaches and being surrounded by a four post bed, which in reality is just the result of Beth and a Gentlemen Caller, who talk about politics very loudly until 4.
my brillo sponge of a head covers broken doors from wandering landlady eyes...
Hangover + Gilbert Godfreed = pinatas of anger
this theory has been tested!
however a night of Hookah, red wine, american spirits, polaroids, tea candles, spoon playing, and apples and honey under the stars is the perfect end.
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