|
[02 Feb 2006|10:48pm] |
Kelly, Caitlin, and Drew making the world's worst sugar cookie's at Caitlin's house.
Tomorrow is finally friday! Every day this week has felt like friday. Boo, hiss.
Friday: CHIPOTLE!
Saturday: Shopping.
Sunday: Riding.
I got new sheets. They are red. Instead of dreaming of snakes as I did on occasion with my snake print sheets, I dream of being trapped inside my own heart. As I suffocate, the heart I'm trapped in beats faster and harder and presses the air out of my lungs more and more-
Have a field day, Freud.
|
|