Take me out into the black...tell them I ain't comin' back...
Wednesday, April 26, 2006
Crazy Days
Oh dear, mercy me. I am so so sick of not knowing where I am going to end up. I am tired of looking at my life inside these plastic buckets. Oh please oh please just let me find some place to just "be".
1 comment:
Anonymous
said...
You're going to end up in Virginia with me. We're going to sit in rockers on the front porch. I'll be fiddle you grab the jug! If the menfolk come, that's alright, otherwise we'll be just fine.
1 comment:
You're going to end up in Virginia with me. We're going to sit in rockers on the front porch. I'll be fiddle you grab the jug! If the menfolk come, that's alright, otherwise we'll be just fine.
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