Cool. My cats are sleeping. Next, I would see them fly. This makes me so jealous. Forever.
Yes, I can’t sleep. His perceptions still tiptoe around my mind. No. I am not inclined to his thoughts. His perception is never my reality. So, don’t worry.
Anyway, in three months time, on the eight, I would be turning twenty-eight. So my dear January, for old time sake, please don’t be as cold as last year’s skies.
I simply hate having sex with old-habits-die-hard man. Especially on my birthday. Enough said.
Sigh. This is so disturbing. There is absolutely nothing on the telly. I feel so rejected. I need more new DVDs. Any recommendations?
Purrfect. Here I am, relying on vodka and flying cows to shut my eyes. And there, the cats are sleeping still. Grrrr!
I need love.
Kind love from someone. Not just anyone.