I have been up dealing with druggies. One of my best friends is on the phone from Miami rolling and I have another one on my couch as I write thinking he will have a heart attack due to the consumption of cocaine and pills he injested this evening. I aspired to a quiet evening of cheap wine, The Smiths and writing. What went wrong? Oh, I think I know what went wrong, compassion.
Please allow me to excuse myself while I pretend to call 911.
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and we can bake...
the wobbly bi-coastal adventures of two smart ladies who underneath their armor of sarcasm and wit have soft gooey centers. who are constantly finding themselves in odd situations ranging from the humorous to the flat out sad. they miss each other and both have extremely shiny hair.
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and we can bake...
1 comment:
Hey Hell,
we are enablers
love, Dynamite
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