Published by admin on 10 Dec 2004 at 05:51 pm
Stop pounding. It’s like a goddamned construction zone up there.
I’ll make you a deal, My Head, if you make it through the day, tomorrow you get to sleep in. With my boyfriend. I’ll be there of course, My Head, so don’t get any crazy ideas.
Your Brain (you know, the squishy part that lives inside of you.)