It's nice to be hit on.
I wish I could cry... I feel the need for a good, cleansing release.
Since when did communicating with men become so difficult for me? Did I forget how to speak Man-ese?
Ever wonder just what the hell you are doing?
I feel a storm coming on... lots of stuff boiling under the surface...
I survived another Bloomsday on Sunday. My time was my worst yet at 1:23. I don't recommend drinking yourself stupid (or bitchy, as Ken put it) 2 nights before a 7.4 mile run.
I love watching people dance.
I should be sleeping...
...Goodnight Moon!
No comments:
Post a Comment