dreary, deary.
Sleep texting is a habit getting quite out of control; last night I sent this text to Blakely - nonsensical and nearly in cryptics : "tthe grass isa lways, grren where you .wa lk. c'mnm and stand by me," . Ridiculous. I shouldn't sleep with my phone in my bed another night. I awoke to an email on my phone from him this morning, apologizing for actions that he shouldn't feel sorry about and telling me that he finds me 'refreshingly real and cinematic'. He's a good kid, but he worries too much. Oh, there's a funny joke, me telling someone they worry too much. Ha. Ha.
I feel alive and happy today in ways that would do my horoscope proud. I'm going to see Band of Horses tonight with Robster Lobster and his girl. Living, Living. Let's go.
Twenty more days until Christopher is here again. I'm so ready.
I feel alive and happy today in ways that would do my horoscope proud. I'm going to see Band of Horses tonight with Robster Lobster and his girl. Living, Living. Let's go.
Twenty more days until Christopher is here again. I'm so ready.
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