December 15th, 2002

oh my the last of my life has passed

I do not think I would wake up if you hit me.
They say it is raining...storming...too much for a drive.
Please let me go. I will be so very careful.
All I can pray for now is sun.
It seems that plan rock-out-Grant-and the kids is not a go go.

Death to the girl in the little black dress.