she says it's alright
i'm at this boy's house. sitting on his bed. typing words into his ibook while he has a shower.
a spur of the moment decision was made to arrive at his doorstep in the heart of the north shore after midnight after a average night of drinking and football. or maybe because of.
it was definitely the right choice.
everything is already so comfortable. this moment of morning-ness feels like it could have happened 1000 times over already.
mmm, he's a good boy.
he needs to clean his room though. and get a book case.
and i'm so tired that when i get here all i can do is lie on the couch while he plays with my hair. but that's perfectly fine with me.
but soon another train will take me into the city for work. then back out into the drab south west.
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PS: hello to all of his friends who have stopped by in the last 24 hours. yay.
27/06/2004 10:20