1:30am?
When did that happen? Wish I was tired or motivated to read the 123850385 pages due tomorrow. Instead I’m being worthless watching Bones from the beginning.
When we die, these are the stories still on our lips. The stories we'll only tell strangers, some place private in the padded cell of midnight. These important stories, we rehearse them for years in our head but never tell. These stories are ghosts, bringing people back from the dead. Just for a moment. For a visit. Every story is a ghost.
Christi.
Chicago.
Rock&Roll.
Pianist.
50's.
23.
Roseanne.
Reader&Writer.
Out of my damn mind.
I dig chicks with nose rings and lipstick that will leave a mark.
Same for guys, hold the lipstick.
