There's no place like Brennan
What is this "home" you speak of?
What is this "showering"?
My own hairbrush? Change of clothes?
deodorant that is PH balanced for a woman?
Does not compute.
Okay, so basically, Brennan's been in town this weekend, and I've hardly seen the inside of my house. I told my parents on Saturday, "Don't worry, I'll surface when I need clothes." I finally came home, and showered and napped today. But only because the boys had a show in Bruno.
Home is where your stuff is... oh yeah! Stuff! Well it IS nice to have stuff again. I'll give you that. I'm actually really looking forward to sleeping in my own bed. But this could just be the sickNess talking... Because I'd rather have Brennan.
Tomorrow is harmony (which I'm quite prepared for, for a change!), teaching my private students, and tap. Then Brennan for one more evening before I peal my hands off his heart for a week.
I feel like someone took a cheese grater to my tonsils, and whatever those glands directly underneath them are, because they're that swollen too. Sux when something's swollen and you don't even know what it is.
I love the song Brennan wrote for me.
I love my new camcorder.
I love Hoja hugs.
Capital N for Nessessity.
ps> I can't believe the spell check didn't recognize "tonsils". Jerks.
What is this "showering"?
My own hairbrush? Change of clothes?
deodorant that is PH balanced for a woman?
Does not compute.
Okay, so basically, Brennan's been in town this weekend, and I've hardly seen the inside of my house. I told my parents on Saturday, "Don't worry, I'll surface when I need clothes." I finally came home, and showered and napped today. But only because the boys had a show in Bruno.
Home is where your stuff is... oh yeah! Stuff! Well it IS nice to have stuff again. I'll give you that. I'm actually really looking forward to sleeping in my own bed. But this could just be the sickNess talking... Because I'd rather have Brennan.
Tomorrow is harmony (which I'm quite prepared for, for a change!), teaching my private students, and tap. Then Brennan for one more evening before I peal my hands off his heart for a week.
I feel like someone took a cheese grater to my tonsils, and whatever those glands directly underneath them are, because they're that swollen too. Sux when something's swollen and you don't even know what it is.
I love the song Brennan wrote for me.
I love my new camcorder.
I love Hoja hugs.
Capital N for Nessessity.
ps> I can't believe the spell check didn't recognize "tonsils". Jerks.
posted by CrazyNess @ 1:28 AM
2 Comments:
At March 15, 2005 2:03 AM,
Anonymous said…
Well here I am again, getting rid of the big fat 0 comments for ya. Go figure I just talked to you too. Hope your feeling better, and I hope ur weekend with brennan was great (which I'm sure it was, i mean how can you resist a hottie like that!)
At March 19, 2005 12:07 PM,
Leah Wilburn said…
Tonight wins. 'Cept that by tonight I mean last night. Cause it's tomorrow. From yesterday. Yesterday's tomorrow.
Basically, I'm here.
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