09.12.01/2
Fingertips on the small of my back
WOOOOOOO!!!!!!!
I got interent in my room! I'm very happy. Spaz still hasn't called and it makes me sad. If by this time tomorrow he doesn't, fuck it. :(
I have to write three haiku's for my poetry class, I've written two. I'm going to post them. Even though I don't really like Haiku's, they're kind of fun to write.
My tired eyes watched his lips move
While his fingertips ran lightly across my collarbone
And heavy smoke hung in the air.
I was folding clean laundry
And reading Homer's Iliad
When America blew up.
Meh, as interesting as haiku's go, I don't know how they are. Damn, I weish I wasn't this bothered that he hasn't called. I guess I plan too much out in my head.
wunderwuman at