jordan

someone says to her, "these are steps to nowhere," but she goes anyway. in fact she runs, because she feels like she's running late.


so i am almost done with the first draft of "tales spewed down cancer alley at 100 miles per hour".........there are 6 different stories, one's about a girl gang, another about a boy i was in love with in high school who tried to drown me, one's about a couple in an open relationship, and one's about a boy who appears on his lover's roof with a rabid german shepherd and gives her the option of being attacked by the dog or jumping off the roof......... they all need a lot of work.......and i need some whiskey or something, its hot today and my head feels like goo . so bye, puppies and kittens, for now.

He hit me and it felt like a kiss
He hit me but it didn't hurt me
He couldn't stand to hear me say
That I'd been with someone new
And when I told him I had been untrue
He hit me and it felt like a kiss
He hit me and I knew he loved me
'Cause if he didn't care for me
I could have never made him mad
He hit me and I was glad
Baby won't you stay...
He hit me and it felt like a kiss
He hit me and I knew I loved him
'Cause when he took me in his arms With all the tenderness there is
He hit me and he made me glad
Baby won't you stay...