nat converses with muses part whatever:
"are you going to leave us kissing forever?"
"no, just until coleridge is written."
"**simultaneously kick coleridge in ploy for attention**"
"well...maybe i can bake first..."
"that's the spirit! then write more, hey?"
"yeah, we're getting a little desperate here!"
"now's when you shut up."
i'm morphing into john fowles, i swear.
remind me, if i ever have such a horrible lapse of memory again, that i don't like mcdonalds. or their very unchickeny chicken nuggets. although they were forced to give me a 50 cent discount, because i didn't have the money, haha.
am going to marry the new discman. is fantastic. plays every cd with a wonderous finesse the other one did not possess. hooray.