3.29.2002

it's a golden crisp morning. i'm dressed enough to not get dressed. and shakin' my arse to the spring grooves of beulah. what a beautiful day. damion is delightful underneath glow in the dark stars and underneath a gra(e)y, blue and purple striped blanket. cozy with the fan on high. he turned me into a puddle last night.
currently spinning: beulah: disco