| Current location: | work. |
| Current music: | clink-clacking of the mayo scoop. |
Rain... Raining... Reigning...
There is something about falling asleep in a man's grasp that is flawless.
Get it. Got it. On to say. If I could find an explanation for the reason I am overworked, overslept, but never overjoyed, then I would know why I made my bed the way I did this morning and why it takes me a bajillion trys to light a cigarette. Guess I will never know.
I have settled for worse.
another thought,
**Who remembers when Fredandy used to walk around in his skimpy tight g-strings?
Well I do.
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