find me a field for napping today. no bid for a blanket beneath; the grasses and dandelions bend kindly for sleepy guests. gossamer clouds drift me dreamily into an afternoon reverie; their fleecy cotton shade my face. cadenced buzzing of the bees quiet what yoga...
i was fine. it was just a saturday night movie. sat between three i love, the rest strangers. i was fine. i ate my peanut m & m’s. got good and cranky at the twits behind me talking during the previews. made a mental note to see penelope cruz’s new...
well, if HH doesn’t want me putting up a bubble gum pink, Christmas tree (again,) he should be a little more courteous whilst primping for his Sunday 6am tee time. as he channeled his inner John Daly, whacking the silly white ball through the dragon’s...
