Nov 26, 2008 21:17
my statistical organs, which are about as accurate as weather-vanes and for much the same reason... have turned against the clock to new directions.
the cats are still talking to me, but i'll assume that is "perfectly normal" until i have new data.
still hearing riddles everytime i open my ears- maybe humans will make more since once i've grown a little
white-noised surfed the other night... with friends... there really ought to be a word for the sensation of vibrating to music only lightning-bugs can hear
as an addendum to above, i kissed a boy and he liked it
cut my hair, changed my jacket. i'll post a picture soon so you won't forget me- or is that just me who forgets?
wright more later,
health