i'm waiting for it to snow, working on my novel 'the better kisses of angels' and i need to take a shower. my hands smell like chocolate and nicotine. in the south they always smelled like grass and perfume, a character in my book just exclaimed 'i'd rather date a serial killer than a pop star, they got more soul.' bush is in my pants, bush is on the radio, bush is killing the world...
later,
jordan

i want the whole world. i want it now.