cimorene

drove home with daddy in the rain, and with the cats, and my mom brought me some ferrero rocher from target, which she picked up on the way home from one of those continuing education workshops that teachers have to do. it's raining outside still, but now i just hear the hissing as cars speed through the puddles outside the window; earlier i had to slow below the speed limit just to be able to see out the window with the wipers turned up all the way. i could feel the car hydroplaning.

i love the rain. it's a fetish.

also i wrote about four pages single-spaced today. life is good.