Location: 20:00, locked out of my car and freezing in Queens
Music: they keep getting younger, Don’t they baby?
no mother ever thinks that her daughter’s gonna grow up to sleep alone.
I was listening to this song before I fell asleep one night and I had the strangest dream about a man who couldn’t sleep and woman who wouldn’t speak. I’d like to tell it to you.
If I can remember it all, I will.
I’ll add that to the list of things I’ve gotta do. I’m sorry for all of those of you that said you could help – I don’t think I can do the rum project. No time.