tonight i am ruffled like a bag of chips. and i really hate those kind of chips.
danny is on the water and cannot hear my call. fuck.
Sunday, August 2, 2009
heat wave
his room is 85 degrees. no wonder he has been crying for two hours these last two bedtimes. fucking heat wave. i am really patient with the crying. like, i kind of pride myself on the fact that it doesn't ruffle me but....
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