From the shelter of my bed
I had a dream last night with men painting their toenails red, sheets akimbo and inescapable locked doors. There was sex with random Dawson's Creek cast members and yellow lighting. If you grabbed a royal blue plastic worm, all the madness would stop.
I wish I had that plastic worm for certain things that happen in reality. (This song is positively lovely, by the by)
2004-12-05 | 3:12 p.m.
