Let's just say my life doesn't revolve around 3 a.m. feedings, my mans screaming, "But I own this trailer!" as he throws whiskey bottles through our corn husk drapes, and making sweet love behind Old Man Pumpernickel's marijuana patch during Sunday church services.
Wednesday, October 01, 2003
I guess I do talk too much. But I just have so much to say!
That, or I over-compensa ... no. I'm just going to stick with "Silence is awkward. Fill it with noise."