On my MP3 player: Sia’s ’don’t bring me down’ Beautiful song. I need to find more of this woman’s stuff....
Faint light of dawn//I'm listening to you breathing in and breathing out//Needing nothing//You're honey dipped//You are beautiful, floating clouds, soft world//I can't feel...
I don’t understand why I get more responses on my little throwaway entries than the ones I spend time on. Such is life...
Hallowe’en weekend approaches. I have definite plans for Friday but I think my plans for Saturday have fallen through.
I’m guessing that Matt is blowing me off. Which is better than blowing me up. Ha ha. Seriously though, I’d much rather prefer something from him that says “I’m really busy and won’t be able to ____.’ Instead of the nothing which allows my mind to race.
Speaking of a racing mind, this is something I wrote on Saturday night: “I climbed up this huge mountain and instead of being the other side of the mountain, it was a cliff. And then I jumped.” Jeffy found this a bit disturbing.
I am going on vacation in two weeks and two days. I cannot wait. After I get back from England, I still have the whole week before I go back to work. I don’t know what I’m going to do with myself.
Hmm...McCalls’ patterns are on sale at Hobby Lobby this week. I like to stock up when they are only a dollar.
I was hit on by a lesbian last week (and not in a good way at all.) I was smacked on the top of my head by Candie’s girlfriend (I wonder if she knows I’d like to steal her girlfriend...) Now I have this scab on the top of my head, and it’s awful, cos I can never leave things like that alone. I scratched it open yesterday and I’m trying not to do the same thing today.
breathe me
