Last night was filled with turkey. And the turkey was filled with stuffing. A delicious combo. Jones soda, beets, pataoes, asparagus, coslaw, pickles, shirmp, vodka, bathingsuits, tears and pool water. I hated last night. I loved last night.
Things just had so much emotional tax on them.. cried,cry,crying
So much fear, then so much love.
we can get through this, I believe it, and I know it
I really do sing every morning. Sometimes I wake up from my acid-trip like dreams, and already have a song stuck in my head. it's pretty cheerful.
example of a acidtrip dream:
One night I dreamt this huge fiasco dream about robots and stuart little and a straberrie in the antlantic and a whale rock.
on the phone atm,
one minute,..
Walmart? for socks?, kay sweet.
Definatly never doing that again.: writing strange snippets of phone conversaions in a blog. I feel really creepy. akshd. Another "snippet" that has to be recorded?, one for my english project that's due wednesday..
Fuck.
The song stuck in my head this morning:: Photosynses- Hot Toddies.
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