But with you forever I'll stay
Were goin out where the sands turnin to gold
Put on your stockins baby, `cause the nights getting cold"
I finished packing. Finally.
I almost like not having a phone. It can be relieving that no one can get ahold of me.
Oh, and you're a dime a dozen.
and apparently so am I.
I'm so terribly good at lurking, and probably shouldn't do it anymore.. considering what i'm looking for isn't gunna help.