same cool weather here, too, squerly. i figure we won't be swimming like i'd have chosen to. grumle, sorta. (got the entire summer.)
oh, last nite was a nite. Sweet Jesus.
keep getting texts from 1 of my 2 fave bartenders; i've needed to be there 4 her lately.
hafta design a website sans a rubric by the next school day.
the bartender now says she would like me to visit. i'm fighting to stay awake. she can wait.
bringin' tig & babbit in here to lay, then snoozin w/ my blake.
she texted again. i'm jogging there, chit-chatting, then snoozin' an at if she texts/calls again.
calls to my Mom, Dad, & my Brother. i miss 'em.