"Noah, someday we'll talk again. But there's things we'll never say. That sorrow deep inside you. It inside me, too. And it never go away. You be okay. You'll learn how to lose things..."
Princeton, no baths or cosmos for me tonight...WAY too much to do. The meeting notice said: Mandatory. Clear your schedule. What the heck do they think I have scheduled at 7am, anyway?
"Two drifters off to see the world. There's such a lot of world to see. . ."
Hey kids, I loved stopping in and feeling the love. You guys are the greatest. Now I must run and do mysterious and important things. Working for the government is such fun...
Stay wicked.
Your friend, Lorna
I sing for myself. I sing when I want, whenever I want to, just for me. I sing for my own pleasure. Do you understand that?
I care, Addy. You could have had some of this disgusting fatfree muffin I'm eating.
"Noah, someday we'll talk again. But there's things we'll never say. That sorrow deep inside you. It inside me, too. And it never go away. You be okay. You'll learn how to lose things..."
Princeton - as if driving weren't fraught with peril enough these days, I have to frequently try to navigate through teary eyes when I see signs , paid for by the government, that say 'drive slow' adults please smoke? (Pt.2)" width="14" height="14" src=https://cloudimages.broadwayworld.com/board/sad.gif> I'm not perfect with English - it can be damn confusing - but it just seems not to matter much anymore at all.
Did you know that your future ex-wife dated Patrick Wilson during his "Full Monty" days. She saw a performance and talked them into letting her backstage...
Where are we going, and why am I in this handbasket?