2002-12-09 - 10:58 a.m.
Her skin is soft, and she feels warm lying next to me. Arms and legs interlock in predestined way, and we fight off the cold december night together. Now I sleep deeper than I ever have before. It's like when you were a kid, and you fearlessly devoured each new day, and each night you went to bed feeling completely safe and secure with nothing to worry about. That's how this feels. Something is different this time. Maby it's me. Maby it's her. All I know is that I've never had anything feel so natural and right in my life other than playing music.
Her house was broken into yesterday. People are animals...greedy pigs who think their wants are more important than the rights of others.
