they finally switched the satellite radio at the coffee shop to 60's on 6. which i can deal with a lot better than the 40's on 4, and especially better than the "sirius watercolors" crap they did play.
"...walking through the streets like a lottery winner on acid..."
i almost took the whole enchilada casserole and dumped it into his bed. and then smeared it all around. but instead i pretended to sleep. and cried.
we're making a book.
i wish this song were true, as it pertains to me
fucking goodwill. fucking halloween.
why don't i ever play with my own dog as much as i do with john's at the bookstore, or jarrod's FIVE dogs?
this song is for everlovin
RANDY!!!! RIGHT HERE!!!
my palms are sweaty - like ALWAYS sweaty. this has been going on for weeks now. what the hell?
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