established july 2005, and shrouded in mystery ever since.
Thursday, December 14, 2006
in the middle of the night
i wake up next to a puddle, i ask the puddle, are you ok? the puddle says mmhm, i'm ok, i steal the covers off from the puddle, listen to the planes, move to the edge of the bed and go back to sleep. next to a puddle. wet.
There's nothing worse than sleeping in the wet patch...
ReplyDeleteoh i can definitely think of worse things...
ReplyDeletei'll tell you later.