Location: 21:00 yest, turning onto Northern Blvd.
Music: I’ve fallen from my nest so high above Help me fly I am too afraid try
So either my parents are reading my blog, someone’s telling them about it, or they’re eerily perceptive. I’ve been crashing with them when I get out past 21:30.
Him: (shrugging) You got home so late. I thought you should know.
Her: Do you want some rum?
Her: I like rum. I’ve got the spiced kind for some rum cakes and one from Brazil. Do you like rum?
Really, really weird.
I wonder if you and I’d get along in real life.
I’m told I’m funny and smell nice in RL; I’m also told I get moody right quick and disappear for months – years, sometimes. But I’d call or write – or at least wonder how you were. Honest.
It’s probably better you just come to this blog and find out what I’m up to, shug, and go, Eh, about the same.
Speaking of the same, I’m sick again. Send soup?