archives for Friday 14 May 2004
mrkrgnao (pace joyce)
Friday 14 May 2004 | I like a cookie
From sleeping all forest-mottled and beautiful and rustily purring on her green comforter at the foot of the bed, Nina arose, stretched, came and blinked at me for a few minutes, tried to walk on the keyboard, startled at the sight of the Possum, sniffed with horror at my salt and vinegar potato chips (potato [...]
