index | archives | notes Tuesday, Dec. 22, 2009 9:11 p.m. << [ Confessions of a Former Angster ] >> Boyfriend's mother sliced her finger open while cleaning up dinner and went to the emergency room. He revealed this when I got home. Roasted lamb was for dinner, and no one cleaned up after her. The knife is laying on the lamb. The blood is laying on the knife. I'm not saying I want to pick up where I left off, I'm just saying sometimes I miss it. "With addiction, you're never really 'cured'." << | x | >> whatiscopyright.org