"Come fly with me lets fly lets fly away...."

[soimacrackwhore]

so its 2: 52 am on a monday night and i cant go to sleep. FUCK FUCK FUCK i hate this stuff. minutes keep passing through my hands like water. pardon. sylvia plath has embedded the vitality of metaphores into my brain. for the time being at least. after art house my mom forgot to pick me up from school. remeber in elementary school when there was allways that guy in your class whos mom never came on time and was left standing there in the cold staring at the laces on his reebok's? well. today i got to experience that first hand. For probably somewhere close to 60 plus minutes i stood in front of austin high sweaterless and sang two lines of frank sinatra repeditively as loudly as my frozen throat would allow. i wrote a story today. i ate dinner with fletcher today. i bitched with jane for a while today. i had a great converstaion with sophie today. i talked about sex with ali today. all in all it was a pretty okay day. its cold now, which is nice. and its nearly 4 o clock. lovely!!!

as a retraction to bonnies sit or stand question...

do you shower in the light or the dark? candles perhaps?

-hayden