The life of a porn addicted housewife.
Monday, November 28, 2005
I can’t think of one tiny thing to talk about.
My mother sent me an email saying she needs to talk to me. This can’t be good.
Housework, rain, and a dryer that didn’t dry. Grocery stores, Christmas trees, and people I don’t know. A cat with a stomach ache, posting movies, watching HGTV.
Hopefully my brain will wake up later today.