I would write more fluidly if I had the
brain, the
character or the
fingers. All of these things have been laid to waste over the course of some enchanted evening. With this in miand, I am handing the fingerwork over to Ms.
deeahblitah. Take it, kid.
We had no idea what was gonna end up happening this evening. One of us had expectations, and one of us was just trying, trying her damndest to keep a blank slate and now we find ourselves sitting here, all sorts of ratty, but feeling much better off than we did in the beginning. And that's not even what the boy is feeling.
Oddly, the biggest lesson we're walking out of here reminded of: Baltimore is just a Bad, Bad, Bad, Bad, Really Bad, Bad Movie....
tiffany? are you scared yet?
We've passed the torch.
Okay....me again......Um.......whew! I'd tell you, but I don't think you could even begin to comprehend it. This HURTS....but it's going to be okay. He's going to be okay.....she'll make sure of it. And I'm going to be fine. IF I CAN DO THIS......anyone can.
But I'm leaving now, as this is how things play out.
She's a good girl, Ms. Dee.
love you.