i'm in the mood for spontaneous. i'm in the mood for moderate madness, for unbridled honesty, for simplicity. i'm in the mood for a Guinness with a friend that comes with an instant connection 3-in-1 mix. (honesty, strange, gaiman) i miss you my dear friend, my fellow conspirator, my chiral deviant. we were going to rule the world, but we got lost in the details. i'd call you right now but its 4:31 am. small hour morning, not okay.
i want to regress, so i will, and i will try to stop calling them children (it comes with the part about regressing, a pre-requsite as you will, and it is just about as appetizing to me as having to give up brie) i suppose that also means i have to start taking a real interest in them kids, sorry, peers.
