Musing

Same song, different day.

That’s all.

In which I reach (one of) Marina’s limits.

I never wipe my ass.

I want so MUCH…. [first in a series of post fragments]

I am sad.

I miss my friend.

I find myself needing something I’m not accustomed to needing.

Q. How do you prepare for a date?
A. …

Stay home.