"i was pungent in the haze of a crunchy acupuncture needle, but heaven knows i'm cheap and nasty now... "
angel is leaving me.
he is lost and must find himself.
i wish him luck.
i wanted to tell him that i found him, can't that be enough?
but i didn't.
i am trying not to make this harder than it will already be.
my head hurts.
my heart hurts.
"On the fifth day of Christmas, my Burmese love sent to me; five teenage sneezes! Four skinny bedsprings, three newborn pirates, two sluggish penguins and a stapler in a ruler."
2 bottles of bears on the wall . . .
confessed on Sunday, Jun. 22, 2003