Monday, August 1, 2011

sangria

you know sometimes when you think you might be imagining things but then you go back and read again and you realize you weren't, and that somehow makes it worse than if it had all been in your head?

a true test of friendship and you know he fails...i knew deep down all along, with all of them. this one's no different. i will refrain and i will pray that's enough.

spend a day cleaning suddenly it's not so bad. more to do but at least the train has left the station. (choose my metaphor...)

my thighs got huge when i wasn't looking...abandon all hope for now, and hope there's still time by the time i find time to make it go away. for now, cheap fruity wine and off to bed. maybe the almost dreams of late will cave and give me the answers i need.