I'm actually speaking to the few of you out there who are kindred spirits. Also the multiple personalities up in my head.
Nothing exciting happened. I was with
Some mustering of a sea within I heard your...
I am tired from the blogging. It feels like...
"Fast forward ten years and a lot changes in a neighbourhood. People move in, people move out. Friendships and relationships sprout up and later disseminate. And people die." [...]
"This is from my new buddy Ailsa, while she prepares dinner for the US national holiday of Thanksgiving, over in New York." [...]
I was seated next to the host. I wore a pink wig and black boa; he wore ghoulish makeup and a faux knife through his head.