they pay to kiss your feet

since there's no one else around, we let our hair grow long and forget all we used to know. then our skin gets thicker from living out in the snow.

Friday, June 12, 2009


so i get a contract job. read: i'm a contractor. and i fall off the face of the earth. or at least off the face of social media. sorry.

but i can't really do anything other than work, work, work during the day.

ok. and now i'm off to celebrate the weekend with my B in our new house. peace.


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