friskin

Ninety-five dollars for playing with kids in other people's houses this weekend. Morals intact.

(Do you dare eat a peach?)

Only problem is that exhaustion and alarm clocks don't mix.

I should be in pictures.....

Speaking of which, I've been having the strangest dreams:

K. smoking a cigar.
Punching a boy in the jaw.
And the man who is secretly not-so-secretly in love with me.

I'll speak to him soon.