[i cannot move, nor do i need to, for it is enough to lie on the cliff and become entrapped in a world of escapism and peace.]
tonight almost went well. almost as in hardly.
i am a skee ball master. score/47,000.
i'll take anyone on in a game. anyone.
aaron. aaron. aaron. aaron. aaron is coming home.
that means coffee, walks, talks, good food and finally good music.....
ridiculously excited.
stupid excited.
no airbrush yet.
drunken bitchfest.
disembowelment, okay?
free riding tomorrow...
if i get out of work early enough.. as in on time.. as in... two hours after i'm supposed to get out.
i hate deadlines.
i have nothing else to say.
there's ice cream somewhere that needs to get eaten. i know it.
- posted by angela @ 12:03 AM