a way a lone a last a loved along the

tumbling through the end of my twentysomethings.

Saturday Morning Thoughts...

  • Me: I want Steve McManaman to read me books as I drift off to sleep every night.
  • Cait: That's not what you want, you sick bastard.
  • Me: Okay, so it's not the ONLY thing I want. But I do want him to read to me!