this morning, i got up and went to the beach.
something i regularly contemplate as a bumpkin who craves wild space, but never actually do because in reality i am a lazy son of a bitch.
but, as i had the last 3 days off to work up the energy, today i went.
and it rained. sticky hot incesant drizzle.
the vaguely gothic and dead romantic scottish summer of a desolate beach in the fog will always leave my speechless. (and it didnt hurt the humidity was so high i came home with amazing and freakishly natural farrah fawcett hair.)
brilliant really. too fucking bad i am now all wet, hot, and bothered and completely alone. sigh. seriously. i need a dial-a-fuck-buddy for these type of emergencies.
i feel like holly hunter but with all my fingers.
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I miss you, chica. Sorry the call didnt go through.
I hope you try again.
This is my blog name, I just started it. I dont know how to give you the URL. I miss DX.
And dont we all need fuck budddies?
I want to talk to you so badly.
Love, Kate
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