Mental Imageries

[smudgeous]

As I write this, postponing my already-way-to-late-to-have-to-be-waking-up-early-as-hell-tomorrow bedtime, the sounds of the music and Christina's voice echoing in my mind (though not the meaning of the trite words), the only images circulating in my mind are those that were instilled by argyle moments before the cessation of our telephone

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Merry Fuck-You Christmas..

[softdelusion]

Darling, dear, straight-boi-love-of-my-death, how goes things? Hope well, and work is treating you a bit more kindly. CHRISTMAS IS ALMOST OVER! (Thank god, retail honestly is a suicide in the making.)

You owe me a latte.

-poofs-

~Naive

Hola, Ms. Fellow-retail-pawn-trapped-in-hellish-drudgery

[smudgeous]

Just stopped by the homestead after my run-in with the law last night (Merry Fucking Christmas, indeed), which will be in a future post, lest I forget. At the moment, my foot is out the door; I'm headed for cross-state family visitational events. Hopefully, if it isn't too late a night upon my return, it'll be up by the morrow...

Anyhoo, we should get together in the near future (a.k.a. you drive my lazy, currently carless ass for a visit, so I can get you that drink [or two :P]). See all you crazy cats later, and hope your holidays surprise you with unforeseen merriment...

...he thinks that singin on Sunday's gonna save his soul,
now that Saturday's gone..
and sometimes he thinks that he's on his way,
but i can see that his brake lights are on..

he just wanders around, unaffected by
the winter winds here, and he'll pretend that
he's somewhere else, so far and clear,
about two thousand miles... from here...

[tanyalou]

lol, I know who you are talking about but I don't know you. Kinda strange.