I’ve heard Marvin Gaye’s “Let’s Get It On” three times since Tuesday. That’s so strange. It makes me want to listen to some Al Green or Otis Redding. Granted, I only have one song by each downloaded, but whaddayagonnado
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You startled me this morning, landing abruptly in my hair and trickling down my face. So cold, initially. Didn’t my hair smell good though? Like coconuts. Mmm.
I did indeed fake it. But I was nervous, and all those eyes were watching me. I mean, in a room of 75, what do you expect? (PS. They couldn’t tell.)
This entry was indeed longer. It had some lyrics to “That’s All” (Genesis) that I identified with earlier. But then I got over myself and deleted them.
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I was the raindrop that landed on your head this morning. Sorry.
You faked that orgasm in the Vagina Monologues? I can never trust you again now.
Maybe I dreamt it, but I could have sworn this journal entry was longer this morning.
I'm going to pick up today's paper, jam with Nick, and watch some Deviants.
Copy editing's a bitch anyway. But we'll talk about that later.
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I did indeed fake it. But I was nervous, and all those eyes were watching me. I mean, in a room of 75, what do you expect?
(PS. They couldn’t tell.)
This entry was indeed longer. It had some lyrics to “That’s All” (Genesis) that I identified with earlier. But then I got over myself and deleted them.
Enjoy the bland sidebar, and give Nick a hug.
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