foreverevernever

late hate come brain fail is fogging up this stupid incandescent lighting (which is already hard to see). what i say is what i say, but it's never what i mean. come on, brain drain, drown out dead nights that (kind of) bleed over into early mornings. i'm listening to winter music in the fall. i don't want winter, but i do want to listen to winter music. my parting shot: i want whatever infomercial that will lull me to sleep tonight instead feel like a warm hug. i just want a warm hug.