3.27am
Thursday
24 February 2005

That's the man that she's married to now
That's the girl that he takes around town
She appears composed, so she is, I suppose
Who can really tell?

A night out with girls is such a luxury sometimes. Particularly when they are all fun and cute and clever. I like it when I have no idea what I'm doing yet at 9 and then still end up skipping to my house at 3 in the morning, high on thrashing my body and laughing.

My bed is calling me, with its clean sheets and its being-made-up-ness. It has a gravitational pull on me, no matter where I am, due to it being more comfortable than anything ever made. And just the right kind of pretty to lie upon with a book full of gorgeous prose and a glass full of gorgeous red wine.

(To come within some amount of time that may be longer than predictable because my sweet miss Lena is going to be in town for a few days: primping and post-MJQ pictures, and a panorama of my room, which has achieved maximal hotttness.)

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