dreaming up my own ending

tuesday 23rd july 2002 @ 22:53

heavy boots in light showers, wet pavements and hot coffee. 3 hour phone conversations and loose arrangements. relative expectations and glad to be home. do i have a boyfriend then? no, but i just finished with my girlfriend.

lusty smiles and steamy evenings in summer rain. coming home to you. remembering the touch of your hands. sometimes the fiction is better than the real thing.

reading: motley crue biog

hearing: stevie nicks

wanting: sex, meaningless or otherwise

fearing: is that you?