|Taking A Breather
||[Apr. 14th, 2003|10:42 pm]
That Deceitful Bohemian Delilah
|||||Live And Let Die -- Paul McCartney||]|
*flops backwards on my bed, stares at ceiling while catches breath, and smiles*
This has been a very very nice afternoon going into evening.
Oh yes... = )
In History today we were discussing the issue of slavery in the late 1800's again and Mr. Benaquista goes, "Alright yeah, and what is the gag rule?" And I opened my mouth and said, "It's!.....no, no that one's just too easy."
I hate how on Christmas lights when one light burns out, the whole strand of them goes dead. The white Christmas lights that border the canopy on my bed aren't working and this makes me sad. This means no sexy dim lighting for me. Only harsh lamplight, or complete darkness.
Darkness is always good for thoughts that run wild, and then watching it gradually get lighter as morning approaches and before you know it, another early morning has been spent passionately with him. Ah, but I'm getting ahead of myself now.
Hehe my AOL filing cabinet is going to explode sooner or later.