Tuesday, January 16, 2007
oh sweet, wonderful, pillowy-soft blanket of snowy karmic bliss, wrap me in your cold silent hands and fly away with me to a better place; a place without buses, work, or anything named bellevue. i have never been so happy to be woken up by a phone call at 6:20 in the morning. i can't bring myself to care about the fact that i had already slept through my alarm. the snow loves me.
