Entry tags:
Telling the waves to stop crashing
( In which I whine about the weather some more. Includes brief chatlog extract. )
So, yeah. Not dead. Still reading my f-list, still looking at your photos, still love you. Just too fucking hot and grouchy to do anything about it.
So, yeah. Not dead. Still reading my f-list, still looking at your photos, still love you. Just too fucking hot and grouchy to do anything about it.