cimorene

the leaves which have fallen in the parking lot are the color of headlights, and for some reason i thought the parking lot was gravel, but it's not. it's paved. lala daddy will be here soon and i'm not writing very fast at all. this is like one paragraph every, uh, ten minutes? it feels like writing in spanish. or, well, no, it doesn't. but it's just as fucking slow. this light humorous style is being difficult to achieve just now.

lily, kick sirius's ass for me. ::buries head in hands::