Mar 07, 2006 00:43
Sometimes my best friend leaves comments on random journals while logged onto my name. Oh, Kate.
I bought "Crash" today. The only money I possess is on a Starbucks gift card.
My tummy hurts, and I wish I had a body in my bed to breathe me to sleep. The rhythm of a heartbeat so close-by might be what I need.
Nothing's missing, but there's always more to be desired.