Saturday, March 8, 2008
Move over, Bacon...
I think Mother is starting to crack. I know I am missing her alcohol-induced blackouts. Last night - this is actually awkward for me to reveal - last night, Mommy came into my room and asked if she could sleep with me.
She is the only person who could make a 6000 sq. ft. apartment feel like a studio.
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