06.21.02 :: 11:40 am
Stop hovering, stop hovering, stop hovering.
Dead quiet here, but the Gestapo still finds it in her brittle heart to nitpick on a summer Friday. She has never left early. I have never had peace.
Come July 1st, there's a new world order and I'm fucking free.
The Weird NJ boxed set has arrived and I'll be reading in the sunshine at lunch.
And how badly can I not wait for tomorrow beach laying with Miss Ruby de la Foxx? I told her, bring some cd's for the mini boom box, and prepare for a day of sizzle crackle pop and gossip to our favorite tunes.
Sleepy. A little bit hung over. No headache, just drowsiness.
I hear a certain couch in the ladies' room calling my name.