Day Two

I don't think I'd make a very good housewife... as for the soup... I will keep trying things... okay, washing up now.
ION my knees are purple. They're great!

Last day of freedom... so lets waste time drawing pentacles in the sky

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I have to be up in twelve (okay and a half as it's the first day back) hours for work.
It feels like the end of so much more than it is. Off to the shower with me.

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poetry poetry poetry poetry poetry!!!!!
With My Fry!!! And poetry! And oh my love Rachmaninov... if I could only do to women what he did to that piano... huh, inside head go shush.

Showered, scented, and surrounded by Beautiful things...