-Turkeys and Slugs, turkeys and slugs, turkeys and slugs.
-say something nice about the day ahead of you, Monday's depressed and Friday's poncy. And arrogant. Saturday should be tired and world-weary, probably witty but always fresh in the morning. Is Sunday pious?
-And the honeysuckle just up and died, up and died, up and died, up and died. And the honeysuckle just up and died, up and died, up and died.
-Sweating apples.
Grargh. I know I'm missing something.
Caitiff Ghost · Fri Oct 15, 2004 @ 11:26pm · 3 Comments |