steaming a little laughing a little irish prose and romantics poetry a little; responses to good tunes lace and shadow spaces; loves to scribble on butter paper; magic tool: good black ink pens
Sunday, February 15, 2004
birds, they're alright. but the way they screech outside my window...think alfred hitchcock. EVERYMORNING AT 5, EVERYEVENING AT 7, EVERYNIGHT AT 12.
*shudders* keeping my windows tightly shut.
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