fragile as a leaf in autumn
Feb. 24th, 2003 11:52 amYesterday morning, I had a dream that my mother was killing young men...and that I saw this on America's Most Wanted. So I turned her in.
I hate that the friendship my mother and I have built up since I moved out of her house is being all shot to hell because of a guy. I thought that was only supposed to happen with people you aren't related to.
Still all funked down. I need a change.
Or a cookie.
Or a one night stand.
I hate that the friendship my mother and I have built up since I moved out of her house is being all shot to hell because of a guy. I thought that was only supposed to happen with people you aren't related to.
Still all funked down. I need a change.
Or a cookie.
Or a one night stand.