...Still a little bit of your taste in my mouth/ Still a little bit of you laced with my doubt....
Morning:
Sweetpea. Hawk. Fluffy. Mark. A movie.
Mall zombies, glassy vacant stares. I gotta get out of here.
Afternoon:
Adam. Coco. Tammy.
"I want to see your yellow polka-dot bikini."
"Tomorrow, Tammy. Promise."
Evening:
Tony. Chris. Sally. Joab. Jill. Meg. Ellen. Mrs. K. Jessica. Brian. Dave. Boyd. Megan. Myla. Michael. Alicia. Dave. Kieran. Claudia. Pete. Heather. Eric. Jenny. John. Emily. Talia. Kelly. Tracy. Tom. Doug. David. Wendy. Frankie. More, more, more....
"NEXT Sunday is an 'other' Sunday."
Like jam yesterday, or jam tomorrow, but never jam today?
(And I danced with Tim.)
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