Night full of drama.
dreams full of rape, kidnap and me trying to save her even though i don't know her.
breakfast of oatmeal. cought the workmen on the roof accross the street staring at me while i play with my baby in my panties.
working on getting in the shower, getting clothes on and going for a walk.
reading a novel written in rhyming sonnet. makes my brain all fizzy. every time i try to say something i think of something that rhymes with it. fucking rediculous.
it's hot.
i'm sad.
i don't like Lou Reed.
dreams full of rape, kidnap and me trying to save her even though i don't know her.
breakfast of oatmeal. cought the workmen on the roof accross the street staring at me while i play with my baby in my panties.
working on getting in the shower, getting clothes on and going for a walk.
reading a novel written in rhyming sonnet. makes my brain all fizzy. every time i try to say something i think of something that rhymes with it. fucking rediculous.
it's hot.
i'm sad.
i don't like Lou Reed.
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butterfly2:
I'm moving back to Sonoma County. Not too far from you 
dave_h:
you rock.