|Current mood:|| restless|
|Current music:||Toasters-Two Tone Army|
Then I woke up, and for some reason my first thought was, 'my favorite nickname for vagina's is Honey Pot.'
I took a nap. Dreamed weird dreams.
Must have been the air in the house since my grandma dreamed I gave her a check.
"We all know the habit of cats of hesitating in an open doorway. Which of us has not said to a cat, 'Well, come in if you want to?' There are men who, in moments when a decision is called for, hover uncertainly like the cat, at the risk of being crushed by the closing of the door. These cautious spirits may run greater risks than those who are more daring."
And then I called the boy. But that is another story.
Ok I just wanted to know if he would go to a show with me.