Day 9
she talks to angels...
lizzie,
well, i guess its pretty obvious, i asked you to stay. i couldn't have planned a better date myself, ever. "she gives a smile when the pain comes, the pain gonna make everything alright. says she talks to angels, they call her out by her name...ya to her that aint nothing, but to me it means everything." i'm listening to great sunday afternoon music, the black crowes. the song i'm listening to is "she talks to angels." my room has this funky smell right now. i think it is the smell your socks left behind. just kidding, it's that vanilla incense. had some coffee at ocean, but i'm still kinda tired. i wonder why? with you snoring all night long, how am i supposed to get any sleep? god.
hope macbeth is "delightful." well since, you don't have any work to do this week, maybe i'll throw some your way. hell, i'll throw all of it your way, i need a break. more importantly, my ulcer needs a break, or i might just keel over and die. then i wouldn't be able to make you breakfast in bed. technically i wouldn't be breaking a promise, i mean the death thing and all. i wish every saturday night-sunday morning could be like today's. anyway, black undie girl, i'll talk to you soon.
love,
mr. mustache