It's late and I'm feeling fluffy.
now wearing - an oversized t-shirt with Santa Monica written across the front, pink plaid boy shorts, bare everywhere else with the exception of spectacles.
now eating - not a thing, it's much too late for food.
now sipping - an ice cold Fuji Apple Pear SoBe Life Water
now listening to - the sound of bongo drums being played in my head, by the ridiculous little beatnik who seems to have taken residence there this evening. In other words, h.e.a.d.a.c.h.e
now smell like - faded Amazing Grace and warm skin
last website visited - Best Buy credit card services
last to make me smile - the wee beast on the bed behind me
now leaving for - A couple of Tylenol and a book
(try to control your excitement over the scintillating bits found in this post)
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