I have ten minutes to kill waiting on free meters at six.
Twelve hours from now I’ll be heading back to work to hopefully do some hair for the early birdies in this city.
I’m a little bit excited to wake up before the sun. Just a little bit.
I’m happy to be alone tonight.
I miss singing third eye blind songsss and drinking cheap wine out of plastic mustache cups.
I found you buried
deep within me;
I am sorry I was
so convinced you
I’m seriously so happy winter is here.
And I get to use my new skis tomorrow! I’m soso excited.