2005-05-12
always be waiting
I was running down the water and the parking lot was in my way. I couldn't find where I was, so I cut my hair in hopes of survival. Suddenly, as if I had fuel, I wanted my clitoris pierced - right in the dining area at work with my father in the room. No one believed that I had it pierced before.
What dreams may come.
But before the morning fell, I noticed Snyder written on the towel I was to use to dry my hair.
This has been the longest week of my life. The big words confuse me, and I am too afraid to ask what they all mean.
Playing the fool.
oilandwater at 11:42 a.m.