a rich milk & moon day
Oct. 31st, 2001 03:43 pmgrey skies. no yellow round portents in the sky.
i brushed out the red wig. i feel like dressing up, getting sassy; but we're not doing anything. just m over for dinner.
there are children shrieking in the streets. it is windy outside, it has been for a week now. when i run it rips oxygen from me. the little muscles at the top of my legs hurt. that notch in the hip. ow.
no more games.
i brushed out the red wig. i feel like dressing up, getting sassy; but we're not doing anything. just m over for dinner.
there are children shrieking in the streets. it is windy outside, it has been for a week now. when i run it rips oxygen from me. the little muscles at the top of my legs hurt. that notch in the hip. ow.
no more games.