the rain created a plastic world in which light of speeding cars and early christmas lights reflect.
i am behind, i reckon. and people tease me to catch up. i try, i do. but all that energy becomes infatuation.
evan and emily hid under my covers, trying to scare us and i was man enough to go upstairs to investigate. and i find two cute faces. i like your pretty smile, evan...even though you constantly bring up things of unequal proportion.
whatever is in your heart and shoes. in my heart, i am getting nowhere. and cristinky claims my socks are freakishly dirty. but you've gotta love this face of mine.