The Living Room.
Well...at least now it is cleaner than it's ever been.
And I only felt like I was bleeding out of my ears once. :)
I'd say that was an accomplishment.
Bah. In thirty minutes, I am leaving to go practice for two hours, then socialize at the Bowling Alley with the Bikers (which I might not do, depending on how exhausted I am).
I wrote a two-part poem (which I won't post) and read another one (which I will).
Now I am going to eat a hamburger and ignore my niggling conscience ("Write about Interesting Things! This is not a Journal! Stop using 'I' so much! You are selfish!" *spits on Porkchop*).
Before I do, though, I'd like to say that this week's episode of Life was brilliant. I really hope they don't cancel it. Because we need more fresh fruit in our cop shows.
Speaking of cop shows, I might can watch the premiere of Southland on April 9th... a certain Youth Leader said she'd try to work it out. :)
Ezekiel is growing internally...
Could this be the technological version of pregnancy?
I'd like to marry a writer. Someday B'cause we're all like lovers, really, toned tender from bitter notions of our own minds. But I've never seen a man in love with the world so lonely. by =bekkia |
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