I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair

Oct 24, 2006 23:45

My father is going to kill me. I can't find my camera.
This is a very, very upsetting thing. It's not in Cyril's room, so it's either in my car (please, oh please be in my car) or at home. I'm going to call Taylor tomorrow and ask her to check. Daddy can't know I lost it. Not after he went and sent it to me because I lost my last one. On the phone he said "Stacen, please try not to lose this one, okay?"
And now I feel really bad. Not to mention it's a really nice camera, which is not something you want to lose.

In other news, Pablo Neruda is my new poetic obsession. Tomorrow, after I check my car for my camera (and find it -- I hope), I am driving into Kingston to buy myself a copy of 100 Love Sonnets. I do not think I can go another day without owning it.
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