Oh no you don't

Love lies and sex is just a cover up. At least that's what Daddy thinks. Don't tell him I know the truth. Deep down. Inside. A pit not quite hollow.

The next time you see someone at 2:36 a.m in a restarant don't be like what is she doing. What is he wearing, whats a matter with her. Cause you don't know thier life story. Anyone that judges should be judged themselves and burnd into a thousand pieces and the japaneese flies with orange halo's will call it the carnivore wars.

You sometimes make me dance and sing. On Sunday mornings at least. When we THINK there still sleeping but then your best freind comes in and let's us know the truth. And then your face turns red. And I smile inside and curse out loud.

Are Sunday nights movie nights at your house? (Fern Gully!) If not, hugs and handshakes and unlimited inapproprite groping all around!