Fuck.

Sunday, August 16, 2009

Alaska.

Wake up. Get yelled at. Cry. Go to work. Get yelled at. Hold it in. Come home. Yell at myself for the day. Cry. Get yelled at. Go to bed.




This is a good moment. Alaska is just pushing her head against my face purring. Remeber this feeling.
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