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.
Sunday, May 02, 2004
From the classifieds:
"You: PIG-TAILS, gray sweat shirt, bandana, jogging in high park. Me: long hair/beard, shopping car; looking through garbage. Our eyes met, did we have a moment?"