May. 11, 2004 - 12:43 a.m. I pull on my sweat pants under my skirt to keep warm. There is a hydrant gushing by the side of the road, and workmen line the gutter like weird doctors bleeding some poor sick creature. The sewer. I wait for the bus inside the bank machine room on the corner. The accoustics are perfect and I sing Sarah Harmer songs until someone comes in to get cash. I decide to wait outside. I sing on the sidewalk again because I can't get that song out of my head.. "If I was a sailor, then you are the warm gulf wind. And you've blown into this little port and roused my dreams again" My horoscope today said to tell all the people I love that I love them. I'm working down the list. So much love, I never really tallied it up before. There are so many people to tell today. That made me smile. old bitching - random - new bitching Sounds Like: Feels Like: 0 fussbugets said... |
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