I'm listening to music that Charlotte gave me.
It feels so good to be home. The ride here seemed to go by so quickly. Maybe because I had a book to read? or a friend to talk to? It didn't really seem like 4 hours.
I had such a good weekend. A busy, but enjoyable weekend. I don't think we ever stopped going and doing. Doesn't bother me, really, because I got to spend time with my little Harlot girl.
It feel so good to be home.
Feels good to be clean, to be alone in the silence of my room. Silence, except for Norah Jones. I just got my ipod back from Charlotte. I'm glad I didn't have it this month, though.
There's always a reason for everything.
We all know this.
My fern is wilting.
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