Maternal parental unit day.

Today is mother's day. I made my mom a book of my poetry (much of which can be found in the archives of this here blog).

I wish purity spread like a disease as easily as sin. Have you ever wanted something more than anything you've ever wanted... but known that it would be bad timing and wrong to have it? Ever try to get it anyway?

Keep walking, beathing...

Tomorrow I work at 4 am. Sucks to my ass-mar.

Great. See you later.