November 28, 2012

I wish I wasn't coughing up a lung right now. That would be a good time.

I dream of a day in which the tickle of my throat becomes submissive.

P.S., since you're probably wondering about the fever dreams I keep having, I'll tell you one. They're freaky, getting freakier. In the middle of my afternoon nap today, I was married to a tacky red head boy who took me to the circus and refused to sit on the same row as me. WTF?

Also, December 13th could not come fast enough, and I own both editions of Miracle on 34th street. What can I say? Big fan of Susan Walker.

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