Wednesday, September 02, 2009
Homeys and Shann-a-na-na-na. I am sorry. It's not you. It's me. I
cannot look at my Burghley tickets without seeing your face, hearing
your laugh, imagining your observations of how cold it is ... Even
though I have never had an affair I can only imagine this is what it
feels like. For this I shall lay alms on the grassy parking area.