Mar 27, 2004 02:01
It’s cold where I am.
There are two new spots that severely tickle Jennifer, one being on her back, the other, her right ear. I soon found myself singing postal service tunes into it, just to make her convulse. Well, no, found is an afterthought, I remember. Also, It has been made apparent that I do indeed look a somewhat halfassed cute in full emo kid get up, so I need to get some tight shirts.
So it goes.
It’s a damn sight that when planning to fall asleep in someone’s arms, you should be ready and accept the fact that you may have to explain this to a parental figure. Longevity is problematic. Leave the bag IN the car. The orange taste like orange, the snozzberrys taste like snozzberrys. I left my gum at her house. Twitch.
Done.