Friday, August 10, 2007

dxv

Some dates Joanne writes several
somethings-or-others.   Well,
it’s 7pm and our court is reserved for 8.   Speci
ficity in 28-year-olds.   Leads to
anniversary present.       Aw come on.

I wasn’t upset at all, was happy to give him

something.   Awkward boundaries.   Restock
the fridge.

An ocean       (and its floaters, and its flags).

I really couldn’t even afford all that,
but it was well-deserved and it made me
happy to do such.   Wait,
we forgot today     (and its pain in the neck,
and its eyeball headaches, and its
printer cartridges).